Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. (7)

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I felt like my body betrayed me, and, in turn, I betrayed everyone else. I’ll tell you what though, you certainly have a lot of mixed emotions after you get a cancer diagnosis. Obviously, some are logical and some aren’t. I decided to be as positive as I could and take things as they came. For a long time now, I’ve stood by the opinion that the only person that can make you happy is you. So, as long as I tell myself I’m happy and I’ll be fine, I will be! Right? Glad you agree. You should try it. It works wonders.

They told me they were going to try and fit me in for surgery the next morning. Well, I guess they had a busy day because I didn’t go into surgery until 11:00 pm the next night. The night before Thanksgiving. I had a loop ileostomy. I’m still perplexed as to how they did that whole thing. They basically pull out your intestines and split your small and large bowel apart so that your small bowel empties into the ostomy bag. It also leaves a hole for them to get into the large bowel through what they call a stoma. A stoma is the portion of your intestines that sticks out of your skin. It’s pretty weird looking.

I stayed in the hospital for five more days. I now get to experience the wonderful world of having an ostomy bag, which has actually turned out to be a non-issue (after some early fumbles). This time, I was discharged with a colonoscopy that was scheduled for a few days later, two weeks of antibiotics, and more pain medicine.