It's been a long time coming...

Hello out there. I haven't written since January. Too long. I have thought about it so many times but what I wanted to say was not enough or felt too repetitive, to bother. So here I am. Stuff has happened that I could have written about but this post is 100% influenced by a friend's message I got last week on Facebook. Someone I have not seen in years. And by years I mean 20 which is odd bc I'm TOTALLY only 29 still. ;-) Anyway...

I could attempt to outline the shittiness(according to auto correct- NOT a word) that is IBD but I'm exhausted trying to recall the nonsense from almost an entire year. Let's just say, and so it goes. Pain, meds, pain management, more meds, feeling like shit, fatigue, pain, fatigue...rinse, repeat. The latest was a failed attempt at an epidural with my pain management doctor to try and "break the pain cycle" to give some relief. Not 100% but at least not have it constant. Not for nothing with this failed procedure, it was absolutely blissful to have zero abdominal pain for about four-ish days. Blissful and miserable because, as most people who are chronically ill will tell you, you get to a point where you forget the before. The old you. The normal. So you begin to have a "new" normal life. And it generally is not an upgrade. Well, this four day relief was a bit bittersweet. Getting that time of relief and suddenly remembering how I felt to be a person not in pain pissed me off a bit.
The chance I took for it to work was unknown. Everyone is different and abdominal pain is difficult to treat.
Part of me wishes I hadn't had those four days because now it's fresh. The pain free me isn't this different life fading into the past. It was last fucking month and now it's almost tangible. It is bullshit. But... it didn't work. So now I'm back to where I was before with fresh knowledge of, "Oh yeah I used to not be miserable.". I had basically gotten to the point where the comparison didn't exist because I couldn't remember. And now I can and I'm pissed about it. But it was the chance I took for it to actually work to feel that way pretty regularly. Ignorance can be bliss. That is no lie.

One amazing thing about IBD is this amazing sisterhood that has come about almost entirely online. People you tell anything to, who get you 100% and who you've never met. But they need no explanations. They just know. Some you meet and you know how much the relationship impacts all areas of life. In September I was lucky enough to be the officiant at the wedding of one of my Gutsy Girls. Her husband is amazing and she is someone I know I will always have a connection with. This is me w my hot mic for the ceremony. In true Lisa fashion, at the end, I totally forgot I was miked and started bullshitting with the Bride's sister. No one seemed to notice. Poor Trump. Heehee.

But I digress... I started this discussing a message. This friend had a friend with Crohns, my age, who didn't care for herself and had passed away. I hate reading that because while IBD is not trivial, and can be a bitch, for the most part you will not die if you do it right. Life can suck but you'll be alive. Living is a matter of opinion.
I went months not doing it right in 2009-10 and my first ER visit my Hemoglobin was a 5(they usually transfuse at a 7) and I needed 4 units. Almost half. Yes people, it takes me almost bleeding to death to go to the ER. Stupid or tough-not sure. Anyway it was too close to home. I had responded and in it mentioned how many people think it's trivial which is why I blog and post and am generally annoying about my struggles.

This was her reply: You're never annoying when you bring awareness to such a serious disease. In fact, I credit you with saving my mom's life. I read one of your blog posts a few years ago, when my mom was chronically ill. I sent it to her, which prompted her to question her doctor. She had diverticulitis, and was bleeding internally! Soooo, no, it's never annoying.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Yes people, I bawled. How can you not. It was just this moment of, wow. So maybe I annoy 200 people with my "whining" or doctor check ins, or hospital pictures, but hell yes if what I have to say and what I go through can do this ONE thing??!!! Than I am fine. I'm more than fine. I do have a reason and a voice that can be impactful. Even if it's to a person I've never met who is the mom of a friend I haven't seen since we were drunk in Canada in 1999. 

That message was on October 11th. I haven't stopped thinking about it and what I wanted to say. 

So this is all of it. I feel like I need to come back to this because not only was it therapuetic for me, but apparently more helpful than I thought. People still find their way to my old posts but I hate that it basically stopped. Because it is still a journey. Still a lesson. Still a struggle. Still a life hiding more than I show to everyone. 

Love your guts, everyone. Love your health and the fact that you can! Because nothing matters when your health deteriorates. Nothing. In a month it changes. Day to day. Enjoy it. 

Thanks for reading. XOXO

Hello out there. I haven't written since January. Too long. I have thought about it so many times but what I wanted to say was not enough or felt too repetitive, to bother. So here I am. Stuff has happened that I could have written about but this post is 100% influenced by a friend's message I got last week on Facebook. Someone I have not seen in years. And by years I mean 20 which is odd bc I'm TOTALLY only 29 still. ;-) Anyway...

I could attempt to outline the shittiness(according to auto correct- NOT a word) that is IBD but I'm exhausted trying to recall the nonsense from almost an entire year. Let's just say, and so it goes. Pain, meds, pain management, more meds, feeling like shit, fatigue, pain, fatigue...rinse, repeat. The latest was a failed attempt at an epidural with my pain management doctor to try and "break the pain cycle" to give some relief. Not 100% but at least not have it constant. Not for nothing with this failed procedure, it was absolutely blissful to have zero abdominal pain for about four-ish days. Blissful and miserable because, as most people who are chronically ill will tell you, you get to a point where you forget the before. The old you. The normal. So you begin to have a "new" normal life. And it generally is not an upgrade. Well, this four day relief was a bit bittersweet. Getting that time of relief and suddenly remembering how I felt to be a person not in pain pissed me off a bit.
The chance I took for it to work was unknown. Everyone is different and abdominal pain is difficult to treat.
Part of me wishes I hadn't had those four days because now it's fresh. The pain free me isn't this different life fading into the past. It was last fucking month and now it's almost tangible. It is bullshit. But... it didn't work. So now I'm back to where I was before with fresh knowledge of, "Oh yeah I used to not be miserable.". I had basically gotten to the point where the comparison didn't exist because I couldn't remember. And now I can and I'm pissed about it. But it was the chance I took for it to actually work to feel that way pretty regularly. Ignorance can be bliss. That is no lie.

One amazing thing about IBD is this amazing sisterhood that has come about almost entirely online. People you tell anything to, who get you 100% and who you've never met. But they need no explanations. They just know. Some you meet and you know how much the relationship impacts all areas of life. In September I was lucky enough to be the officiant at the wedding of one of my Gutsy Girls. Her husband is amazing and she is someone I know I will always have a connection with. This is me w my hot mic for the ceremony. In true Lisa fashion, at the end, I totally forgot I was miked and started bullshitting with the Bride's sister. No one seemed to notice. Poor Trump. Heehee.

But I digress... I started this discussing a message. This friend had a friend with Crohns, my age, who didn't care for herself and had passed away. I hate reading that because while IBD is not trivial, and can be a bitch, for the most part you will not die if you do it right. Life can suck but you'll be alive. Living is a matter of opinion.
I went months not doing it right in 2009-10 and my first ER visit my Hemoglobin was a 5(they usually transfuse at a 7) and I needed 4 units. Almost half. Yes people, it takes me almost bleeding to death to go to the ER. Stupid or tough-not sure. Anyway it was too close to home. I had responded and in it mentioned how many people think it's trivial which is why I blog and post and am generally annoying about my struggles.

This was her reply: You're never annoying when you bring awareness to such a serious disease. In fact, I credit you with saving my mom's life. I read one of your blog posts a few years ago, when my mom was chronically ill. I sent it to her, which prompted her to question her doctor. She had diverticulitis, and was bleeding internally! Soooo, no, it's never annoying.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Yes people, I bawled. How can you not. It was just this moment of, wow. So maybe I annoy 200 people with my "whining" or doctor check ins, or hospital pictures, but hell yes if what I have to say and what I go through can do this ONE thing??!!! Than I am fine. I'm more than fine. I do have a reason and a voice that can be impactful. Even if it's to a person I've never met who is the mom of a friend I haven't seen since we were drunk in Canada in 1999. 

That message was on October 11th. I haven't stopped thinking about it and what I wanted to say. 

So this is all of it. I feel like I need to come back to this because not only was it therapuetic for me, but apparently more helpful than I thought. People still find their way to my old posts but I hate that it basically stopped. Because it is still a journey. Still a lesson. Still a struggle. Still a life hiding more than I show to everyone. 

Love your guts, everyone. Love your health and the fact that you can! Because nothing matters when your health deteriorates. Nothing. In a month it changes. Day to day. Enjoy it. 

Thanks for reading. XOXO

More Hurdles.

****** I started this entry about a week ago and just couldn't get my mind around it. There was a lot more to my hospital stay but I'm so mentally exhausted I can't recall details and all of it. I'm just too tired. So here's the gist of it anyway. ******


Hello all. I haven't written since my surgery on the 23rd. Recovery while in the hospital was brutal and since being home I just haven't had it in me. I'm hurting. I'm tired. Everything I do wipes me out for two days. My incision is hot pain. I'm sure the scar tissue adds to that. But I'll back the story up.
I went home to NY and ate like a pig the week before surgery and it was glorious. Pizza, Greek food, more pizza, chicken finger subs, oh my!! I had the best time with my cousins and seeing my Gram and a bunch of girls I miss a lot.
I came home Sunday and needed to be on liquids all day. I cheated and had breakfast Sunday morning b/c by now I know it was safe and I had time for it to be a nonissue. So let's just reference my meal at about 1130am Sunday.
My surgery was Monday morning. I arrived and got my IV and everything ready to go. All my Hossie flair and "fall risk" bracelet which is my personal fave.

Hospitals are cold. Yes, that's a scarf. I know it's summer.

Apparently they used some new pain blocking situation( the name escapes me) and has been shown to reduce use of opiates after surgery as it dulls/hinders pain receptors for 72 hours after surgery. If that's the case, I don't want to know what it would have felt like without it. I woke from surgery hurting and groggy. I had my PCA that allowed me to use it for a mini amount of Dilaudid every 8 minutes. It's such a low amount it's practically useless. Something like 1/100th of a milligram. I was allowed a push of .5mg of Dilaudid every 4 hours which would have been great except for lucky me, my blood pressure was way too low for them to give it to me. So for the most part I was suffering the first 3 days post Op. BP being 88/56 isn't gonna fly. Nope. So yeah. Just total shit. It didn't matter that my normal BP is like 90/70 on a good day. They wouldn't give me anything. So it wasn't until I was about 3-4 post OP when I finally got some relief. And they had me up and moving already. And was still nothing by mouth(NPO). Not even ice. Yeah. So fun. My first attempt at liquids with a bunch of Zofran was a disaster so that redid the clock in terms of me eating. The popsicle didn't make it and neither did the 3 tablespoons of broth. By then I was 5 days with nothing to eat. So I was pissed. And once again facing the possibility of an NG shoved down my nose and throat. Oh did I mention my hemoglobin level dropped to 7. Yeah that's transfusion level low. So all this was happening at once. IT NEVER GETS EASIER. Ever. NO matter how many times I've gone through this and am mentally prepared for starving for 4-5 days easily and then the pain of your guts working and/or NOT working, it is never easy. It is just horrible every time. Being attached to an IV pole and having no choice but to drop to the hospital floor and barf in the garbage can is insane. Because hospital floors #1 are so clean. I hit the call button and basically jumped. They raced in because they answered the call and I didn't respond.  #2 Meeting your next RN for the next 12 hours while face first in the trash is swell.
Luckily I didn't need a transfusion although I wouldn't have minded getting topped off because it makes me feel so great!
Finally-- 4 days after surgery I could handle liquids. Well, a sip here and there. GI surgery is just so brutal. Your guts don't have to work for months, the surgery shuts them down even more and then trying to get them to work again and not get sick is such a slow road. I've done it way too many times. So on day 5 post OP I got FULL liquids which is still slop but better than unidentifiable broth.
It's all just so exhausting. Being hungry and thirsty makes you nuts. I can't even remember how many times now I've gone 4,5,6 days with nothing to eat or drink. An ice chip here or there. It breaks you. It continually amazes me what I have gone through. I know I'm different now. I try hard not to let it happen but when so many days you have the shit end of a situation you get bitter. No matter how hard you try sometimes, it creeps in. You see things differently and react differently. You resent what you can't do normally anymore. You hate yourself. You feel betrayed by your own body. I have always lived my life in the moment. Ok, today I'm flaring. Ok right now I need surgery etc... but it's always been with a given idea that the funk will pass and things will be good again. After THIS surgery. AFTER this gets better. After 5 years of thinking things will be good after yet another issue, I don't know if I have IT anymore. I don't know how to explain it other than I've defeated myself. Kinda. I'm not done yet but I'm 3 weeks post Op and it's not like everything is perfect. I'm happier without the ostomy but I can't lie. I have moments where I definitely weigh the pros of having one. There are cons even with the best case scenario it would seem. Bummer.

But I'm pushing on. Dealing with being wiped out after doing something normal for a few hours. I have to. Being normal is costly. 1-2 days afterwards are useless. I'm a slug. I just need to get through THIS recovery and everything will be ok... right???

Thanks for reading. XO

****** I started this entry about a week ago and just couldn't get my mind around it. There was a lot more to my hospital stay but I'm so mentally exhausted I can't recall details and all of it. I'm just too tired. So here's the gist of it anyway. ******


Hello all. I haven't written since my surgery on the 23rd. Recovery while in the hospital was brutal and since being home I just haven't had it in me. I'm hurting. I'm tired. Everything I do wipes me out for two days. My incision is hot pain. I'm sure the scar tissue adds to that. But I'll back the story up.
I went home to NY and ate like a pig the week before surgery and it was glorious. Pizza, Greek food, more pizza, chicken finger subs, oh my!! I had the best time with my cousins and seeing my Gram and a bunch of girls I miss a lot.
I came home Sunday and needed to be on liquids all day. I cheated and had breakfast Sunday morning b/c by now I know it was safe and I had time for it to be a nonissue. So let's just reference my meal at about 1130am Sunday.
My surgery was Monday morning. I arrived and got my IV and everything ready to go. All my Hossie flair and "fall risk" bracelet which is my personal fave.

Hospitals are cold. Yes, that's a scarf. I know it's summer.

Apparently they used some new pain blocking situation( the name escapes me) and has been shown to reduce use of opiates after surgery as it dulls/hinders pain receptors for 72 hours after surgery. If that's the case, I don't want to know what it would have felt like without it. I woke from surgery hurting and groggy. I had my PCA that allowed me to use it for a mini amount of Dilaudid every 8 minutes. It's such a low amount it's practically useless. Something like 1/100th of a milligram. I was allowed a push of .5mg of Dilaudid every 4 hours which would have been great except for lucky me, my blood pressure was way too low for them to give it to me. So for the most part I was suffering the first 3 days post Op. BP being 88/56 isn't gonna fly. Nope. So yeah. Just total shit. It didn't matter that my normal BP is like 90/70 on a good day. They wouldn't give me anything. So it wasn't until I was about 3-4 post OP when I finally got some relief. And they had me up and moving already. And was still nothing by mouth(NPO). Not even ice. Yeah. So fun. My first attempt at liquids with a bunch of Zofran was a disaster so that redid the clock in terms of me eating. The popsicle didn't make it and neither did the 3 tablespoons of broth. By then I was 5 days with nothing to eat. So I was pissed. And once again facing the possibility of an NG shoved down my nose and throat. Oh did I mention my hemoglobin level dropped to 7. Yeah that's transfusion level low. So all this was happening at once. IT NEVER GETS EASIER. Ever. NO matter how many times I've gone through this and am mentally prepared for starving for 4-5 days easily and then the pain of your guts working and/or NOT working, it is never easy. It is just horrible every time. Being attached to an IV pole and having no choice but to drop to the hospital floor and barf in the garbage can is insane. Because hospital floors #1 are so clean. I hit the call button and basically jumped. They raced in because they answered the call and I didn't respond.  #2 Meeting your next RN for the next 12 hours while face first in the trash is swell.
Luckily I didn't need a transfusion although I wouldn't have minded getting topped off because it makes me feel so great!
Finally-- 4 days after surgery I could handle liquids. Well, a sip here and there. GI surgery is just so brutal. Your guts don't have to work for months, the surgery shuts them down even more and then trying to get them to work again and not get sick is such a slow road. I've done it way too many times. So on day 5 post OP I got FULL liquids which is still slop but better than unidentifiable broth.
It's all just so exhausting. Being hungry and thirsty makes you nuts. I can't even remember how many times now I've gone 4,5,6 days with nothing to eat or drink. An ice chip here or there. It breaks you. It continually amazes me what I have gone through. I know I'm different now. I try hard not to let it happen but when so many days you have the shit end of a situation you get bitter. No matter how hard you try sometimes, it creeps in. You see things differently and react differently. You resent what you can't do normally anymore. You hate yourself. You feel betrayed by your own body. I have always lived my life in the moment. Ok, today I'm flaring. Ok right now I need surgery etc... but it's always been with a given idea that the funk will pass and things will be good again. After THIS surgery. AFTER this gets better. After 5 years of thinking things will be good after yet another issue, I don't know if I have IT anymore. I don't know how to explain it other than I've defeated myself. Kinda. I'm not done yet but I'm 3 weeks post Op and it's not like everything is perfect. I'm happier without the ostomy but I can't lie. I have moments where I definitely weigh the pros of having one. There are cons even with the best case scenario it would seem. Bummer.

But I'm pushing on. Dealing with being wiped out after doing something normal for a few hours. I have to. Being normal is costly. 1-2 days afterwards are useless. I'm a slug. I just need to get through THIS recovery and everything will be ok... right???

Thanks for reading. XO

Deja vu all over again.

It's been a few weeks since I wrote. I have been hesitating to write until I figured out everything with my surgeries and could just do one post. It is also Crohn's and Colitis Awareness week this week and I've been blasting Facebook with posts nonstop with facts and articles and pictures.
I am a few days out from another surgery. Monday at 1030a I will be having an O.R party with not one, but TWO surgeons. Hey, when I decide to do something, I do it big. So my OB/Gyn will be there to take out my girly bits that will no longer be baking anything and are not faring well with all my GI and autoimmune issues. If you've been following, my immunosuppressants have caused advanced precancer cells to form faster than normal and something has caused my left fallopian tube to blow up like a sausage. So that's fun. You don't think about the relationship all your organs have with each other until one is missing. They are all millimeters away, support each other and share connective tissue. Take something away and that change in anatomy and that void causes things to shift, no longer sit in the same position and can cause issues. For many women, their uterus' tip dramatically post colectomy because that support is no longer there. That can then lead to horrible periods with extreme pain and blood loss. So all things considered, it's coming out. If they would take my spleen and gall bladder I'd let them do that too. But they won't. =(

So on Monday, my Colorectal will open me up and separate everything from my guts and Jpouch then my GYN will take out all my cash and prizes, leaving my ovaries so I don't turn into a menopausal maniac. Although, hot flashes would be welcome as I am always freezing. ;-)
After she's done, my Colorectal is coming back to give me another temporary loop ileostomy. I'm not really happy about it because the goal was always to have a Jpouch but my chronic pouchitis has progressively gotten worse and is antibiotic resistant plus the cuffitis causing pain and bleeding has gotten to be too much. My pouch needs to rest and heal and it just can't while I have all my plumbing hooked up. As long as I have that 2cm of tissue left I am prone to flares. So essentially I'm having a UC flare in 2cm of what's left of my colon. And my mouth is full of canker sores again so that's pretty typical of my colitis flares. Not fun right now for me. Not at all.
So Monday will be a little tag team surgical party. I know how to be sick people. I do it UP!!!!! On a positive, the weather is downright freezing so I'll be nice and stoned in the Hossie.
My surgeon is hopefully going to go in through my old ostomy scar. It worked ok, I wish it had been a bit lower but oh well. Needless to say, the ostomy nurses at Pre Op marked me. Over my scar. Phew. Good thing. Now my surgeon will know where to go in! :-/

If you have time, check out all the stuff online regarding #IBDawarenessweek. There is a lot of info out there and awareness=understanding. There is a lot on FB, twitter and Instagram. Tomorrow is the last day so it's been nice timing for me to reflect on what I've been through and how my struggle continues. I can't help but wonder at what point will I feel normal. Not have doctor appointments be every 6 weeks. Not have a bathroom drawer full of meds and topicals. Not spend hundreds of dollars on Rx copays. Not have to choose between my pain and pain pills because I have to drive, or do homework or be alone with my kids. Not have guilt because I'm a sick mom. Not look like shit because I'm a #tiredhag. Not have my hair fall out because my nutritional absorption sucks. Not be anemic. I could go on and on.
All I can think going into Monday is that this is what's going to work. I'm not nervous because being cut open doesn't phase me anymore, but I'm upset. I'm upset I have to go through an ostomy adjustment AGAIN. Mentally it will be easier this time, but physically it will still suck. And how many times can I get cut open. I was lucky that my scars healed so well, but there's no telling what the rehealing will do to them. FrankenBelly part deux. My weight will fluctuate again. I may be chronically dehydrated again and almost be blacking out every day. Plus, there are no guarantees. I could get reversed in a few months and all the pouchitis and cuffitis could come back. And then it was for nothing. And we don't have a plan if that were to happen. I refused to discuss anything further than this surgery and letting my guts heal.
I planned on spending this weekend doing last minute holiday stuff before I went into the Hospital but we got hit with nasty weather so there won't be much driving going on. I really need a pedi. And a bang trim. I can't get admitted looking all crazy!!!!
Ok everyone...I will be back post Op. I'll easily be in 5 days and I'm sure I'll have lots to share when I get out. Have a great weekend everybody! Thanks for reading!

It's been a few weeks since I wrote. I have been hesitating to write until I figured out everything with my surgeries and could just do one post. It is also Crohn's and Colitis Awareness week this week and I've been blasting Facebook with posts nonstop with facts and articles and pictures.
I am a few days out from another surgery. Monday at 1030a I will be having an O.R party with not one, but TWO surgeons. Hey, when I decide to do something, I do it big. So my OB/Gyn will be there to take out my girly bits that will no longer be baking anything and are not faring well with all my GI and autoimmune issues. If you've been following, my immunosuppressants have caused advanced precancer cells to form faster than normal and something has caused my left fallopian tube to blow up like a sausage. So that's fun. You don't think about the relationship all your organs have with each other until one is missing. They are all millimeters away, support each other and share connective tissue. Take something away and that change in anatomy and that void causes things to shift, no longer sit in the same position and can cause issues. For many women, their uterus' tip dramatically post colectomy because that support is no longer there. That can then lead to horrible periods with extreme pain and blood loss. So all things considered, it's coming out. If they would take my spleen and gall bladder I'd let them do that too. But they won't. =(

So on Monday, my Colorectal will open me up and separate everything from my guts and Jpouch then my GYN will take out all my cash and prizes, leaving my ovaries so I don't turn into a menopausal maniac. Although, hot flashes would be welcome as I am always freezing. ;-)
After she's done, my Colorectal is coming back to give me another temporary loop ileostomy. I'm not really happy about it because the goal was always to have a Jpouch but my chronic pouchitis has progressively gotten worse and is antibiotic resistant plus the cuffitis causing pain and bleeding has gotten to be too much. My pouch needs to rest and heal and it just can't while I have all my plumbing hooked up. As long as I have that 2cm of tissue left I am prone to flares. So essentially I'm having a UC flare in 2cm of what's left of my colon. And my mouth is full of canker sores again so that's pretty typical of my colitis flares. Not fun right now for me. Not at all.
So Monday will be a little tag team surgical party. I know how to be sick people. I do it UP!!!!! On a positive, the weather is downright freezing so I'll be nice and stoned in the Hossie.
My surgeon is hopefully going to go in through my old ostomy scar. It worked ok, I wish it had been a bit lower but oh well. Needless to say, the ostomy nurses at Pre Op marked me. Over my scar. Phew. Good thing. Now my surgeon will know where to go in! :-/

If you have time, check out all the stuff online regarding #IBDawarenessweek. There is a lot of info out there and awareness=understanding. There is a lot on FB, twitter and Instagram. Tomorrow is the last day so it's been nice timing for me to reflect on what I've been through and how my struggle continues. I can't help but wonder at what point will I feel normal. Not have doctor appointments be every 6 weeks. Not have a bathroom drawer full of meds and topicals. Not spend hundreds of dollars on Rx copays. Not have to choose between my pain and pain pills because I have to drive, or do homework or be alone with my kids. Not have guilt because I'm a sick mom. Not look like shit because I'm a #tiredhag. Not have my hair fall out because my nutritional absorption sucks. Not be anemic. I could go on and on.
All I can think going into Monday is that this is what's going to work. I'm not nervous because being cut open doesn't phase me anymore, but I'm upset. I'm upset I have to go through an ostomy adjustment AGAIN. Mentally it will be easier this time, but physically it will still suck. And how many times can I get cut open. I was lucky that my scars healed so well, but there's no telling what the rehealing will do to them. FrankenBelly part deux. My weight will fluctuate again. I may be chronically dehydrated again and almost be blacking out every day. Plus, there are no guarantees. I could get reversed in a few months and all the pouchitis and cuffitis could come back. And then it was for nothing. And we don't have a plan if that were to happen. I refused to discuss anything further than this surgery and letting my guts heal.
I planned on spending this weekend doing last minute holiday stuff before I went into the Hospital but we got hit with nasty weather so there won't be much driving going on. I really need a pedi. And a bang trim. I can't get admitted looking all crazy!!!!
Ok everyone...I will be back post Op. I'll easily be in 5 days and I'm sure I'll have lots to share when I get out. Have a great weekend everybody! Thanks for reading!

happy colonlessiversary...or something.

One year. About the same exact time I sit here typing I was waking up from anesthesia. It seems nearly dreamlike, but I can say it was the most intense pain I have ever experienced. There are no words to explain it. Naturally they wake you up, you feel pain and then they get you going with the good meds. But in the time they moved me from a gurney to my bed, I thought I was dying. Hubs said I made animal sounds. Just primal, hurting sounds. I remember them telling me to roll and shift so they could move me. I remember just crying and saying I couldn't. I had just been cut open from above my belly button to my pelvic bone. My guts were separated from the surrounding organs and tissue. He pulled out my small intestines and looked them over for signs of Crohn's. He then put all of that back in and proceeded to remove all five feet of my large intestines and almost all of my rectum. Just enough was left to attach my J Pouch later. The loose end of my small bowel was formed into a reservoir shaped like a "J" and that was attached to what was left of my rectum. A portion of my small intestines much closer to the stomach was then disconnected from the rest and rerouted out through my abdomen at a stoma site so nothing would pass to the J Pouch while it healed. I was then stapled shut. All that shit hurts. The incision hurt. The stoma site hurt. The internal pain hurt. I felt like I got run over. Getting gutted is no joke. I just looked through my post op pics. I remember thinking my scar was so intense. In one year I almost forget it's there. But I don't hide it.

From being stapled shut after surgery---->

40 staples

Early scar, about 2 weeks post op after staples came out --->

FrankenBelly

Two days ago on World IBD Day.

I remember wondering if it was going to look like train tracks forever.
One year ago was the end of one long battle that changed me, crushed a lot of my spirit, messed with my self esteem, altered my body image, made me fear food, and made me doubt what I can do. It has been a very different type of battle this year, especially my time with an ostomy. There were nights I struggled and cried and said I couldn't do it. Hubs would say, "Well, it's too late. You have to. They can't put your colon back in now". My post surgical pain only ever came close to my UC flare pain the first few days post op. By the time I was home my flare pain put my recovery to shame.'
I still struggle. I will never be normal. Some days are worse than others. Some days are so great I forget I'm missing a major organ. Other days I swear I don't know how I can live this way. In terms of having colitis, no I technically don't have it anymore since Ulcerative colitis is only in the colon. But I struggle. My life is impacted everyday by this change in my anatomy. There are some foods I'll never eat again. There are other foods I just can't say no to and I pay for it for almost two days. I may have issues forever. They will never compare to a flare but regardless, they are there. My scar tissue pain has finally started subsiding. My fear that I have Crohn's and not UC is slowly fading as time goes on. I still have symptoms I am dealing with daily that keep me on alert. I can dehydrate very quickly and some days I get lightheaded fast because of it. I spent my first day out in the heat the other day and it didn't go so well. It hit me fast. Summers will be a continuous effort to stay hydrated and keep myself from blacking out. My absorption probably isn't the best and when my levels drop I feel it pretty quickly. I don't want to say I may have limitations forever. I hope not. I hate that thought and I hate when my body holds me back and betrays me. I don't want to be afraid to go for a bike ride. Or wonder if my spasms will shackle me for the day, or keep me up all night. I can only take it and it comes and play the hand I'm dealt. Being back at work part time has already been impacted by it. I hate that. I don't like feeling like maybe I can't hold up my end because my stupid body has other plans. It's hard. It hurts. It frustrates me and creates a lot of self doubt. Hoping that will lessen as time goes by.
 Anyway- Happy one year to me being colonless and getting to tell my story. Thanks everyone for being supportive and reading and sharing. Love to all.
XO from one gutsy broad. =-)

One year. About the same exact time I sit here typing I was waking up from anesthesia. It seems nearly dreamlike, but I can say it was the most intense pain I have ever experienced. There are no words to explain it. Naturally they wake you up, you feel pain and then they get you going with the good meds. But in the time they moved me from a gurney to my bed, I thought I was dying. Hubs said I made animal sounds. Just primal, hurting sounds. I remember them telling me to roll and shift so they could move me. I remember just crying and saying I couldn't. I had just been cut open from above my belly button to my pelvic bone. My guts were separated from the surrounding organs and tissue. He pulled out my small intestines and looked them over for signs of Crohn's. He then put all of that back in and proceeded to remove all five feet of my large intestines and almost all of my rectum. Just enough was left to attach my J Pouch later. The loose end of my small bowel was formed into a reservoir shaped like a "J" and that was attached to what was left of my rectum. A portion of my small intestines much closer to the stomach was then disconnected from the rest and rerouted out through my abdomen at a stoma site so nothing would pass to the J Pouch while it healed. I was then stapled shut. All that shit hurts. The incision hurt. The stoma site hurt. The internal pain hurt. I felt like I got run over. Getting gutted is no joke. I just looked through my post op pics. I remember thinking my scar was so intense. In one year I almost forget it's there. But I don't hide it.

From being stapled shut after surgery---->

40 staples

Early scar, about 2 weeks post op after staples came out --->

FrankenBelly

Two days ago on World IBD Day.

I remember wondering if it was going to look like train tracks forever.
One year ago was the end of one long battle that changed me, crushed a lot of my spirit, messed with my self esteem, altered my body image, made me fear food, and made me doubt what I can do. It has been a very different type of battle this year, especially my time with an ostomy. There were nights I struggled and cried and said I couldn't do it. Hubs would say, "Well, it's too late. You have to. They can't put your colon back in now". My post surgical pain only ever came close to my UC flare pain the first few days post op. By the time I was home my flare pain put my recovery to shame.'
I still struggle. I will never be normal. Some days are worse than others. Some days are so great I forget I'm missing a major organ. Other days I swear I don't know how I can live this way. In terms of having colitis, no I technically don't have it anymore since Ulcerative colitis is only in the colon. But I struggle. My life is impacted everyday by this change in my anatomy. There are some foods I'll never eat again. There are other foods I just can't say no to and I pay for it for almost two days. I may have issues forever. They will never compare to a flare but regardless, they are there. My scar tissue pain has finally started subsiding. My fear that I have Crohn's and not UC is slowly fading as time goes on. I still have symptoms I am dealing with daily that keep me on alert. I can dehydrate very quickly and some days I get lightheaded fast because of it. I spent my first day out in the heat the other day and it didn't go so well. It hit me fast. Summers will be a continuous effort to stay hydrated and keep myself from blacking out. My absorption probably isn't the best and when my levels drop I feel it pretty quickly. I don't want to say I may have limitations forever. I hope not. I hate that thought and I hate when my body holds me back and betrays me. I don't want to be afraid to go for a bike ride. Or wonder if my spasms will shackle me for the day, or keep me up all night. I can only take it and it comes and play the hand I'm dealt. Being back at work part time has already been impacted by it. I hate that. I don't like feeling like maybe I can't hold up my end because my stupid body has other plans. It's hard. It hurts. It frustrates me and creates a lot of self doubt. Hoping that will lessen as time goes by.
 Anyway- Happy one year to me being colonless and getting to tell my story. Thanks everyone for being supportive and reading and sharing. Love to all.
XO from one gutsy broad. =-)