My phone’s calendar alarm sounded again this morning, this time to remind me that today is the 2 year anniversary of the creation of my ileostomy. Again, I set event alarms like this to remind me of what I’ve gone through, how far I’ve come, and that, like storm clouds, my body and mind are ever-changing.
I posted the following to my Facebook 3/14/12:
My illness continues:
One’s state of physical health can have a drastic, devastating effect on one’s sense of life, hope, and happiness.
The world shrinks when I am sick–my entire universe is the room I’m in, the things right in front of me, and what I’m feeling. All I care about is getting through the immediate pain cycle (which can last hours or weeks), how to do it, and how long it’s going to take.
The shorter version:
Hi, I’m Cary. I have one irreplaceable soulet, Danusia, three cats, some health problems, and an ileostomy. When my body allows, I take too many photographs, bike, write music and words, and now, blog.
The short version:
Namaste,
I’m Cary Gossett, a physician and a patient.
