Before This – After This
This sentence is going to probably be one that only fellow IBDers can understand or read without thinking WHAT THE F… ; )
Today is eleven years since I went to the bathroom “normally.”
I have a lot of dates that I will most likely never forget. Yesterday and today are two anniversary days; not in the celebratory sense but they are important in my journey with ulcerative colitis.
January 6, 2003 was the date of my second major surgery. I had been having issues with my Jpouch at that time so my surgeon thought that giving me an ostomy would allow my pouch to heal. I went into that surgery never giving a thought to the fact that it would be a permanent situation.
I wasn’t told about the benefits of doing a Jpouch in two or three steps so my doctor did it in one. I was so thankful because I didn’t want to go through anymore surgeries and at the age of 15, I sure as hell didn’t want to have an ostomy for a couple months either.
The few months following my second surgery to give me a {what I thought} temporary ileostomy, I was healthy. I needed to take time off of high school but I was able to be part of the mock trial club which made me feel like I was still part of school and all of that.
But then things took a bad turn. Fevers returned and the severity of my situation became even clearer to my doctors and parents. For some reason, I never made room for the possibility that that surgery could so significantly change my life. I thought I escaped having an ostomy forever because I made it through the first one without needing it.
I think there are a lot of moments and days that are forever ingrained in our minds. Sometimes we don’t think the date or event is significant until somewhere down the line.