I also want to talk about hating your ileostomy... I did too! I want to try to keep this really short... Since May of 2012, my world as I knew it caved in... I almost feel like I stepped out and someone much stronger than myself stepped in and took over my life (if that makes any sense at all).
The life-saving surgery didn't come until the end of August 2012 after 3 months in and out of the hospital. I can now admit I was on my deathbed. May to August was so horrific I still can't believe I survived all of that... but I did. I'm sparing the details. I was sent to a "rehab" hospital 3 hours from my home for 3 weeks after the surgery because I had been so ill, they really weren't sure I was going to make it. I couldn't take care of myself, I couldn't even walk. Good thing they didn't tell me my chances were slim! LOL.
In that hospital (Kindred), I was finally shown how to care for the stoma but not until the day before I was released... I know it seems odd but the surgery left me with a wound vac and pain medications so strong I had to try to write everything down because I couldn't remember from one minute to the next what anyone told me.
Fast forward... I came home at the end of September in 2012. It took me at least an hour to change the wafer and I would be exhausted! I was actually still mostly bedridden at that time... home health nurses coming in to change that wound vac dressings 3 times a week for at least a month after I came home... I hated this life, I would never be me again...
I never really recovered... remained sick... only to find out that I had terrible infections in my body and fistulas and boy oh boy.... the worst antibiotics on earth were given to me... I threw up all the time... Then I ended up with a bad hernia. Back to surgery in August 2013...
Wouldn't you know it... another damn wound vac... and months of recovery...
Then I tried to go back to work and pyoderma gangrenosum reared its ugly head again and they put me on high doses of steroids which packed on the weight!!!
The result, another hernia... The hernia doctor I went to was awesome... He did say he never saw anything as bad as what I had (all he does is hernia operations). He said it was going to be a challenge. That's when I knew it would be ok because I knew he would do his best. SO, in August of 2015, back I went into surgery. This time, because my body didn't have the infections inside, he was able to fix it right... no wound vac but 42 staples... sliced from my pelvic bone to my breastbone.
I'm going into my 8th month now after the 3rd major surgery. I am finally beginning to feel like me again... I still feel the mesh inside of me sometimes because he also put some around the stoma as I had the beginning of a hernia there as well... (I mean to tell you that my gut was really sick inside because of the UC).
I call my stoma Betty. Betty Boop (Poo, Poo Pe-doop) when I need to attend to it. It's so easy now... "Let me check on Betty and I'll be ready to go..."
I changed her clothes yesterday and it takes less than 5 minutes after a shower... I didn't think I would ever be able to do that. So now at 65, I have a "little bit" of a pot belly, not too bad, from all of the surgeries and sewing the muscles back together. So now I wear my blouses out instead of tucked into my slacks.
Now finally, I am beginning to remember what it was like to feel "normal". Betty doesn't consume my thoughts anymore. I don't worry if anyone can see through me and somehow know Betty is part of me. Actually, I am grateful now that Betty is part of my life because without her, I simply wouldn't be here. She's a minor inconvenience compared to what I've gone through.
I am finally at a place emotionally where I can accept her just like so many before me on this site told me I would be able to do.
I recently was talking with someone, a man, who mentioned he had just had a colonoscopy. There were a couple of polyps which were removed. He said he was glad that was all that was wrong with him because if it was anything else, he would... and I quote... "Rather die than wear a bag"....
There's nothing you can really say to that... no reason to disclose my circumstances... I just smiled, straightened my blouse, and discreetly placed my right hand over Betty and thought... "Thanks girlfriend, you're doing a great job!!!"