life with an ostomy. candid, not sugar-coated. empowered, not embarrassed.

Mar. 9, 2006

Blood. Morphine. Tears. Fights.

I hated the idea of having an ileostomy. I figured my life was pretty much over, that no one would look at me in the same way, that I would totally hate myself and always feel disgusting. Oh yeah, I was also worried that if it didn't work out with my boyfriend at the time (who was accepting about it), that I would never have sex again... or if I did, that it would totally suck, because who on earth would fuck someone with an ostomy!


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