The Day After

So it looks like operation #6 will stretch into operation #7. Things did not go as planned. I don't know the full details yet, still waiting for my surgeon to explain what happened. What I do know is I still have a stoma, albeit a new one. The bag lives on, and my jeans remain in my closet for another three months.

It's not all bad. Sometimes it feels bad, but in the grand scheme of things, it isn't. They created the j-pouch, it's there waiting to be hooked up, but unfortunately couldn't be completed yesterday as per the original plan. I will need another surgery in three months, to hook everything up, and to finally get rid of the bag.

I wish I could tell you how I feel. But a combination of the hospital, the drugs, the good company (Mike) and the fact that I'm extremely hungry have confused my senses and my feelings. I think I'm upset, but at the same time I'm not. I lived for six months with the bag, I know I can live another three. I'm sure there will be posts in the future where I cry, and I'm upset, and I wish it was all done with, but for now I'm content. Another stage has passed, and that makes me happy.