My husband passed away on April 2nd 2024. I was numb. Flabbergasted. Discombobulated. Heartbroken. He seemed to go so fast. After fifty years together. Wow. I felt a half a person.
It's been a difficult year. I went to the ER with a stomach ache, they did a CT scan and found I was impacted in my bowl. Then the fun began. They couldn't untwist the bowl, and I was rushed to another hospital!
They had to remove part of my bowl. But even worse, I got an osty bag. That means I was pooping into a bag attached to my stomach. And, they expected me to learn how to remove one and put on a new one. Newsbreak, I'm not a nurse!
My home visit nurse said she only had so much time to teach me how to do it. I was not a cooperative student. Worse, my vision was blurry and I couldn't get an eye appt for three months. My eye doc was out on medical leave...how dare she!
Then my new doc says I have scarring from cataract surgery. Three more months to have surgery.
Are we having fun yet?
Finally laser surgery. Now I can see. Wow, in the mirror, I've lost too much weight. I looked better blurry.
Good news, my home nurse, now my friend, helped me with the detaching and reattaching of my osty bag. Better news. I had reversal surgery in Nov. NO MORE BAG!
I Still have this grief business to deal with. Baby Steps
Today I'm supposed to write what made me happy. Or laugh. The dog left two balls in the hallway. I sang, Two balls in the hall and I kicked them down the hall.
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