Dating someone with an ostomy
After my first surgery, I had an epidural and couldn’t feel my stomach for a few days.
When the epidural was removed, I remember asking if everyone could leave me alone and give me some time to just get used to the bag touching the side of my leg, and feeling the weight of it as it filled up.
I believe this was a really important time for me; it allowed me to accept my situation.
Once I’d recovered from surgery, I remember feeling amazing because I wasn’t in any pain and wasn’t running to the toilet every few minutes; I literally went about 30 times a day previously.
It didn’t seem to matter as much this time because I’d found someone who loved me for me and had told me that once the bag was removed, that it wouldn’t change the way he felt about me.
No more than five minutes later, I went to the toilet and my nightmare was confirmed. Once I’d been wheeled into the procedure room I told the doctor what had just happened. The last thing I remember was just crying and crying, but feeling more and sleepy.