When it
comes to health I’ve not been very lucky. At the age of ten I was diagnosed
with Ulcerative Proctitis. A few years later I was told I have crohn’s. Now I
know that there are people who have worse health. I have many amazing friends
that suffer from all kinds of different illnesses. They are the kind of people
I wish I could be. The way they look at life and their relationship with God
always amazes me.
Recently I
learned that I will be having another surgery. Fun part about it is that I will
be the 12th person who has ever had this problem as well as the
youngest. It has happened to .03% of people. There is a 50/50 shot that I may
or may not need an ostomy bag for the rest of my life. Although there are a few
different surgeries that they will try before I have to have the ostomy bag.
In the past
few months many people have been asking me the same question. “How do you stay
so strong?” or “How are you so brave?” Honestly it’s a front. I’m not strong
and I am not brave. All I can think about is the fear of living with an ostomy
bag for the rest of my life. Last year for six weeks I had to have one. It was
the worst experience in the world. I couldn’t imagine having one for years and
years. It’s so stressful because you never know if it’ll stay on or if you’ll
have to change it in a public place.
My number
one fear though with it is that I will never find love. I am scared people will
be grossed out by it or even scared by it. What if I find someone I really
really like and they find out about the bag and then they leave? Now I know as
I ramble on about this you are probably thinking there are worse things in life
than an ostomy bag and I completely agree. I have so many friends who have it
so much worse yet I sit here and I am sulking in the thought of having to live like
that forever.
I’m not brave
or strong. I don’t want people to know that know because I feel like if other
people know I am scared they too will be scared and I don’t want that. I put on
a fake smile and I act like I have positive thoughts but in the end I am just a
scared kid with an uncertain future.
Haley, I don't care if you're stuck with an ostomy bag. I'll still love you, no matter what.
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