This is alot longer than I thought it would be. So I had to come back to the top and let you know of its a long rant and I do apologize now and during.....
It is easy to say. But as I said above in another post. Age is a big consideration. If I were 53 I think I would have held on longer. But also as you say the suffering... Daily... That was too much for me. Too many Dr's. and more if I would have kept it. Tests... Prodding and poking and medicines.. waiting for results and more Dr's... I didn't want to spend two more years doing it. Wasting the time I had left on this earth suffering and looking for answers.
It was not worth it anymore. For me.. it was the right decision. It's the first time in my life I can remember anyways that I have no tension in my abdomen. I have always felt that something was there. Even in calm times. But now... Nothing. All life's stress was put there and I felt it most of my life. In the short time I have had my ileo when stress pops up... I feel nothing in my gut! Stress was a huge and main factor now that I look back. Unfelt stress. Daily stress... Like just going to work made it act up. Now nothing. It's all relaxed. Nothing there to stress out on.
I am not saying get an Ostomy. It's a tough life altering decision. But they all are. I've been through all the pain of surgeries. All the pain of searing heat down there. The constant urge to go.. Day and night. That's just the 2 plus years with the pouch.
I just read into so much suffering... and I know because like I just said I went through it. And would still be if I didn't put an end to it.
The big thing now that I have one... Is the Ostomy!
It gets to the point that it's dreaded. But people have to stop thinking that way. It does not make you a freak. Now that I have one it's so much easier. No pain. It's easy to take care of and you forget you even have one. Don't get me wrong. I am not in love with it. But I have moved on. I can eat anything and everything now. Something I have not enjoyed in many many moons. And food is life. I love food.
I was scared as hell to do it. It's permanent! Permanent. That's what was in my head. And another surgery. I didn't want to do it. I was gonna hate it. But I also hated where I was at the time. So what do you do? Take a chance or live in pain?
I'm sorry if I offended anyone. But sometimes you have to do what you really have tried to avoid all along. An Ostomy. But... I found out its not that bad. I just poop in a bag. Sounds terrible doesn't it? I poop in a bag. But I don't hurt any more. A few adjustments and no one even knows I have one. No one. Even people that do say they can't tell I am wearing an appliance. I don't go to any extreme to hide it. I don't care if anyone knows. It's not a disability. It's has enabled me to go on with my life. And I am very grateful for that. The pouch would have slowly killed me. In fact it was.
I just had to get some things off my chest.
As I said I read all this suffering and weird things we do to keep something that does not work.
I personally think it either works .... Or it doesn't. If your in between. Well... That's the hard part. Do you want to make the rest of your life better or keep suffering to keep it. That was my question to myself. My surgeon.... She is a good surgeon and person. She saw what was happening but did not push me into it. She suggested it.
I thought about it along time. But when I looked at pictures and how much I looked like death... I had my answer. It was killing me.
I apologize again if I have offered anyone.
Do what you think you have to do. Only you can make the decision on what to do. Only you. Because whatever you decide you have to live with. No one else. You.
I am just blowing off some steam I guess. I made the right decision. I am lucky. Very lucky. I surprise myself everyday how well I am doing. I thought it would take years to get used to this. It took only a month after being out of the hospital. The surgeon who made my pouch took it out and gave me the best stoma a person could have.
There is life on this side. I am on it and living proof.
It's not a disability and I am not a freak. But then again. It's probably not for everyone. Just another way to poop!
Richard.