Apologies for the lack of updates, but I don’t have much to report. I’m living life. A couple of cross-country flights, a week-long business trip, concerts, parties, volunteering with “We the People” high school classes, and lots and lots of work—other than one low-grade fever for an afternoon, all with no issues. I’m feeling truly healthy for the first time in years, and I’m grateful for that. It’s not perfect. I’m still sporting an ileostomy bag on my hip. But I have control of my life. When I go shopping, I don’t immediately scout the bathroom location in each store. I don’t worry about driving at night for fear that I won’t be able to find an open restroom. My mind is not constantly consumed with worry. I’m just living—for the first time in years.
One of these days, I suppose I will need to make a decision about whether I will try the takedown surgery again. But today is not that day.
Today, I’m OK with the bag.
Today, I’m well.