The “O” Word – Adapting to an Ostomy
Starting in 2015 I had a particularly rough couple of years with Crohn’s. During this time I had developed a perianal abscess, a real pain the ass. This level of pain has surpassed anything I have experienced in my life. After dealing with this for roughly two years it became so bad that the doctors and I agreed to an ileostomy, not without reservations on my part. This would give my rear end the rest it needed to heal.
My nerves were a wreck before the surgery. I was not worried about going under, waking up was the source of my anxiety. I would wake up and not physically be the same. I would not be “normal”. I would have to carry around a bag that would collect my shit for me. What happens when my stoma farts in public? What happens if it falls off? Needless to say all of these questions would soon be answered, but for now my mind was full of “What Ifs”.
I woke up to my nightmare. Before the drugs have worn off, a nurse was teaching me how to clean my stoma and change the ostomy bag. I could not bring myself look at the gaping hole in my abdomen. Depression set in quick. I had issues with the bags sealing properly, on a daily basis I would have a shirt full of feces from my uncooperative ostomy. Gas would pass at the most awkward moments, I was left frozen as rooms full of people turned to look at me in shock.
After a month I started to get the hang of things. I could clean and change my stoma without wanting to kill myself. I managed to fix the leaking bag issue. I even figured out that if I hold my hand over my stoma applying slight pressure when a gas urge came, then no sound would emit. I was adapting. The best part was living pain free. On top of that, I no longer had to worry about finding a bathroom due to Crohn’s. While not what I had planned with my life, it was clear to me that this was a huge improvement to my quality of life. I soon started going to concerts without a concern in the world. I walked the city freely. I went to restaurants and enjoyed myself. I went to baseball games. I even have a trip planned to go out of the country soon. These are all things that I would never have considered doing before my ostomy. Before I knew it, I was telling myself that I could actually enjoy parts of life that I couldn’t before.
Is an ostomy “Normal”? I say fuck normal. What is normal anyway? Can anyone answer that? If you can, I bet I can find something about yourself that does not fit your own description. Whether we are stuck living with an ostomy or some other quality of life improving device, it is not about fitting in. It is about adapting and accepting that our new selves can experience a better life. I have an ostomy and I am awesome!