#ileostomy

Last night I saw a surgical registrar for the second time yesterday and I’ve been told there’s nothing they’re going to do for the prolapses, I just need to keep presenting to ED whenever they happen. My ileostomy keeps prolapsing and has been since January this year.

I am in so much physical pain. It has been prolapsing daily lately and it is so incredibly painful.

It comes out by 10cm and it’s absolute agony getting it pushed back in.

I’m not sure what to do. The public hospital isn’t giving me any options and I don’t have the money to go private (I’m on the disability support pension and have been unable to work for 4 years due to my health). My initial surgery last year drained my parents savings and they’re both retired, I can’t afford private healthcare.

He's been such a brave boy and man of the house while his Dad has been in hospital.

My husband is improving and hoping to have him strong enough to return home sometime this week.

Thank you all for your continued love and support and those who have generously given their time to talk with me on the phone, donate to the gofundme and sit with me long hours.

A throwback to 2018, when Stan Lee was only 5. Today marks 13 years. Bit crazy to think about really.

Also, why did 2018 Stan Lee Stoma look like Sam Claflin in Enola Holmes? Did Netflix steal my idea 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Initially, I was deeply afraid that my ileostomy procedure would diminish my connection to the natural world, make me unnatural in some way. How could it not? I would have a plastic bag attached to me for the rest of my life, I would have my intestines sewn into my skin. In my mind, these adaptations were going to irreparably separate me from the natural order.

I have come to realize that this is simply untrue. What could be more natural than survival? What could be more natural than adapting to the environment that you are born into? Disability is part of nature's diversity, a part of the chaos that makes up the universe. The strive to live, the strive to build a better life, the strive to protect you and yours, that is of nature. I did not become less because of this, I am simply adapting. And that adaptation is precious.

growing up, i had an illness. i was born with it, no one thought i'd survive, or that i'd be frail and sickly my whole life if i did. i am pretty sickly, i'll give them that, but i grew up to be about a foot taller and 200lbs heavier than they thought i’d ever be. i am my parents' miracle, and i have grappled with that my entire life.

Guess who was well enough to getaway for a few days...ME. It was bit cold and rainy in the mountains, but I tolerated all pretty good. Which is evident by the smile.