iliostomy
February 28, 2012
The Truth About the Bag
As my husband and I wrapped up our passage through the Jamaican customs, I discovered I was in the middle of a recurring nightmare. There on my gorgeous new turquois shirt, (adorned with a trendy belt, sitting a top fitted capris and rockin’ strappy mega-high heals) was the byproduct of a leaking ostomy bag. Like a shot through a helium balloon, I began to deflate. Just one moment before, I was confidently beaming, fantasizing about hitting the beach with my husband but before I knew what hit me I wanted to crawl under a rock.
February 4, 2012
Attitude Transformation
Mind over matter is my new MO. So far it’s working. The power of the mind was very evident the last Tuesday when I went in for chemo; I almost got sick right in the waiting room. I told the psychiatric nurse, who told me many people vomit when they get in the building and one patient did it when they saw the building from down the street. I knew I wasn't sick from the chemo, as I hadn't had it in a month, so I learned how powerful my mind is. That being said, I developed a new mindset after I got my second opinion, I am on board with my last six treatments. If I must go to bed after chemo I will, but I will no longer assume I must rest! When I was little we were literally not allowed to get sick, “Sorry we don’t have time,” my mom constantly told us, and it worked!
October 22, 2011
So You Finally Got a Sense of Humor About Your Bag
Ohhhhh… let me tell you it’s no fun having a plastic pouch attached to my midsection (24/7), filling up with waste, waking me up at night because it’s like a blown-up balloon attached to my body and no matter how tired I am I must get up, empty it, fill it with lubricating deodorant, wash my hands and climb back in bed, possibly not falling back asleep for over an hour. But…
