I admit I did not know anything about colostomies. I had only heard stories from family members who had had them and from friends whose friends had had them. To be honest, when my surgeon said she thought a stoma (the surgical opening in the abdomen) was an adorable rosebud and would not stop me from doing all the things I had been doing up to that point like pole dancing, I believed her.
The rest of this blog will be told from my art journal. I think it will give you an idea of how I felt upon seeing my front butt, which I named “Klaus”:
In the future, I will expand on some of this, but right now I want to celebrate getting through Christmas and finding some fun when the odds seem to be against it. I hope you made it, too.
Until next time.