10 years ago today I awoke from surgery for a first recurrence to find that I had a stoma.
I was very fearful for my future as I had been told that it was likely I would recur again. Plus, with the new plumbing arrangements, I wondered if I would ever be able to go out in polite company again without disgracing myself.
I have recurred again since then and on occasion I have disgraced myself in public with funny noises or smells coming from the birthday girl but I am still here. I never would have thought that I could go swimming again, but I do, and I am now brave enough to wear a bikini, despite the massive scar.
I am now in my 16th year fighting this disease and currently in remission again. I never regret having the surgery; it saved my life. What I regret are the times in my life when I have found myself overwhelmed by my situation and wasted precious time worrying about the future, worried about dying, when I should have been living life to the fullest.
Take care all of you good luck and live each day to the full.