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Real life with multiple sclerosis

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As a kid people would ask me, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” My answer would change often, but I would mostly respond with Teacher, Scientist, Minister or Musician. Never once did I even think of saying I want to be a disabled person living with a chronic illness. That was never even a thought.

But now, after multiple sclerosis has come around, life is different. I’m no longer the invincible, untouchable kid I once was. I grew up and life became real.

You may see pictures of me smiling, but the truth is my nights are also spent crying. That’s right, MS isn’t the smiling face you see in those brochures or the victorious athlete crossing the finish line in those advertisements. It’s everyday people like you and me facing weakness, cognitive difficulties, bladder problems, tremors and numb body parts.

  • I want the truth about MS to be seen by the world.
  • I want to hear about people with MS that are facing hell, yet making it.
  • I want to see the daily struggle MSers experience.
  • I want to know about the problems, the large and the small.
  • I want to meet the courageous, the brave, the unstoppable, the true warriors.
  • I want to hear how lives are being lived in spite of a horrible disease.
  • I want the world to know about the sleepless nights MSers face.
  • I want to hear about the embarrassing moments that are endured.
  • I want to know of the emotional chaos MSers go through every single day.

That’s real life with MS.

The world doesn’t need any more brochures covered in rainbows and smiles. Sure, we smile and enjoy life in spite of our disease, but there is a lot hidden behind our smiles that the world needs to know about.

To the advertisers, the drug companies, and the TV producers: Don’t cover up our struggle. We’ve been through too much, come through hell too many times, to have our battle scars hidden away just to make a few people more comfortable with the effects of MS. We aren’t comfortable so they shouldn’t be either.

To the doctors and nurses: remember that MS isn’t easy. That the things you say, the way you help, the care you give really does matter. That just a simple “I’m here to help you any way I can” matters. That listening to our tear filled emotional breakdown really does help. That even though you may feel helpless in coming up with a solution to ease our pain in the short time you see us, we face those same fears and feelings every moment of every day. Please be patient with us, your patients. Sometimes you are the only ones we talk to about what we are going through.

In a perfect world, MS wouldn’t exist. There would be no pain, fears, difficulties or struggles. But we live in a world filled with brokenness. It’s okay to cry, fall apart and actually feel afraid. That’s part of being human. That’s a part of living.

You are a warrior that may be weary in the fight, but even on your worst days you are still fighting. Never doubt, even for a minute, that you are special. You are amazingly special and incredibly important. Hold your head high today. You got this!

Dare to Be
When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully.
When there is darkness, dare to be the first to shine a light.
When there is injustice, dare to be the first to condemn it.
When something seems difficult, dare to do it anyway.
When life seems to beat you down, dare to fight back.
When there seems to be no hope, dare to find some.
When you’re feeling tired, dare to keep going.
When times are tough, dare to be tougher.
When love hurts you, dare to love again.
When someone is hurting, dare to help them heal.
When another is lost, dare to help them find the way.
When a friend falls, dare to be the first to extend a hand.
When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile.
When you feel great, dare to help someone else feel great too.
When the day has ended, dare to feel as you’ve done your best.
Dare to be the best you can –
At all times, Dare to be!
― Steve Maraboli

Be strong

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One of the great American authors, Alex Haley, had a picture on a wall in his office that attracted much attention. It always aroused the interest of his visitors because no one could understand the significance of the photograph to the writer.

On one occasion, a visitor with a perplexed look on his face asked, “Alex, why do you have a picture of a turtle sitting on the top of a fence post?” Haley replied, “I try to remember how this turtle – me – got on the top of that post.”

Sometimes, perhaps most of the time for many of us, it is difficult to admit that if it weren’t for the help of others, we would not be where we are. From our earliest moments until this present hour, we are encouraged by nearly everyone to believe that “You can do it by yourself!”

But this is not true! We all need the help of others. Each day people come into our lives who need help, encouragement, inspiration, an act of kindness, words of sympathy, or a look of empathy. Receiving and giving help are basic human needs and behaviors.

But when you are living with a chronic illness like multiple sclerosis, asking for help isn’t always that easy. It seems like it should be, but reaching out can be tough. Many times you end up feeling vulnerable, weak and exposed for reaching out. And sharing your needs means the reality of how bad your illness has gotten scares you. You would rather others not know in order to keep them from worrying.

This can create a vicious cycle, leading to anger, frustration, and feelings of helplessness or hopelessness. Things cannot get better if you don’t acknowledge what is wrong. If you find yourself overwhelmed you may benefit from talking with your doctor about what’s going on. They have access to great resources that can help.

I have news for you today… reaching out to others for help is one of the strongest things you can do. It means that you are standing up to unspeakable forces and looking MS in the eye proving you aren’t afraid of what is happening. Only the strong can do that. And you are strong.

No matter how weak you feel, no matter how beaten or how bruised you are, I promise you, you are more powerful than you can possibly imagine. You’re living with the impossible every day.

And like the turtle on the fence post… you have many people willing to help if you just reach out to skilled people who have the resources to put things into action for you. Are you on the fence post to learn to fly or to learn to repel down?

“Be strong.”

We are in a war against our bodies – this is multiple sclerosis

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There is something about having things left undone that sets me on edge. I don’t know why, I guess that’s just how I’m wired. Because the temperature outside is dropping I needed to make sure the air in my van tires were properly set. The cold weather always decreases the pressure so air needs to be added. Like most people, I have a portable air pump so I don’t have to go to a gas station or a car mechanic to pump them up. The temperature dropped to below freezing last night so I had to make sure everything was going to be okay in the coming days.

I was glad I checked them out. I spent about 20 minutes adding air to each tire. I checked my riding mower tires too while I was at it, so all my tires are good to go now. I won’t know it my van tires are properly filled until I go down the road. The sensors in the van will let me know if the air is still too low. Hopefully I filled them up without needing a bit more air.

There are a few more jobs I need to do around the house in the coming days. My to-do list has become filled with an unending list of must-do items. I try my best to tackle my list, but lately it has gotten bigger than I can manage. I’m going to have to get some help if I don’t want the coming winter to overtake me.

Dealing with all the things I need to do around the house doesn’t put MS on hold. When multiple sclerosis stepped into my life years ago and it made a jumbled up mess of my bodies makeup. My internal wiring has been a crazy tangled up mess since then. So the mess outside of my body makes an added mess to my insides as well. Either I’m battling a myline munching monster or it’s life itself complicating everything around me.

It feels as if I’m living in a virtual Trouble board game merged with Operation… My Pop-O-Matic die roller is broken and I have been sent back to start more times than warranted. My Operation doctor is still working to determine which nerves have been cut. Is it the train of thought nerve? The vision nerve? The speech nerve? The funny bone nerve? No one knows.

MS short circuits my bodies ability to properly function and creates chaos where there isn’t any chaos to begin with. Nothing ever seems to go as I want it to. My body seems to have a mind of its own and has adventures without me. I tell it to walk and it rolls around on the floor. I tell it to run and it sits down laughing at me. I tell it to sleep and it throws a temper tantrum. It just doesn’t seem to listen to anything I say. It’s worse than a rebellious teenager.

We are in a war, you and I. A war, not just against a broken pop-o-matic die roller or a faulty operation doctor. We are in a war against our bodies… if there is such a thing. There are so many things I used to be able to do that seem huge today and nearly impossible. Everything from laundry to running the dishwasher, from sorting mail to grocery shopping, from driving through traffic to maneuvering through crowds, they all seem extra hard, nearly impossible, and bigger than life.

You know what I have learned in this messy life we have? I have learned that it’s okay to have an unfinished to-do list. It’s okay to let the dishes sit alone in the dishwasher. It’s okay to not clean out the car, to slow down when I’m in a hurry, to enjoy a moment of quiet with just myself. Each minute is a gift we are given. We get to choose how we use them.

Take more care in how you use your minutes. They are precious and shouldn’t be wasted with worries and frustrations. If that means things don’t get done… oh well.

Use your minutes with care. Do something you love, something just for you, something that will give you a chance to simply enjoy the day. You are amazing and deserve some time just for you.

Cracks in the concrete

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Hopscotch was a favorite game of mine as a kid. We would draw the board with chalk on the sidewalk and play for hours. There was one area of the sidewalk, though, where we didn’t play the game. A tree had been growing next to the concrete slab in the sidewalk, and as the tree grew bigger and bigger so did the roots which caused cracks and lumps in the sidewalk.

We would skateboard across the cracks and ride our bikes over them, but you had to be careful not to hit them in just the right spot or you would fall to the ground with a thud. I had my fair share of bruises from those kinds of falls.

Cracks in the concrete are reminders to me that you can fall apart no matter how strong you think you are. When I look back at my life, I had great expectations. My career was flourishing and my future plans were laid out. I was strong, achieving great things, moving forward, and then BAM… a crack showed up in my life called multiple sclerosis and changed everything. It knocked me to the ground and left me in a daze wondering “what just happened.”

MS changed everything. At first, I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was a hard thing to come to terms with. Then as the months went by and the progression continued to worsen, I realized that MS wasn’t simply going away. No amount of denial would force my life back to the way it used to be.

Change is hard. We all hate change, but life is constantly changing and it’s important that we learn to shift with those changes. It’s different when we have to shift our meal preference for the day or shift the places we go for vacation, but to shift your entire life due to a chronic illness…that just doesn’t seem fair. But I don’t look at life as fair and unfair. I see it as an opportunity to grow and become a better person or to sit stewing in anger and become bitter.

Am I going to let MS defeat me or am I going to allow something beautiful to grow from my life? Cracks in sidewalks can grow weeds or flowers and I want mine to grow flowers. It’s a choice we all have to make.

Don’t let that crack in the concrete change you to the point that you focus on the wrong things. Now is the time to change with the changes, but in a good way. MS will affect how you do things, but never let it change you into a negatively focused person.

There’s enough negativity in the world already. Find a little ray of sunshine and step into it. You may be cracked, but beauty can still come out of you if you let it. I believe in you. You are not a quitter. You are not defeated.

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Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature’s laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it’s dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.
― Tupac Shakur

Nothing with MS is smooth sailing

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Many people believe that those living with multiple sclerosis must be strong in order to live with the longterm unpredictable symptoms that come along with it. I see it as the way I’m coping with it because it’s the only choice I have, not necessarily a strength.

I usually end up feeling defeated, not strong. Especially when my pain reaches an outrageous level and I struggle to handle just getting through the moment. The fear that pops up in my mind is my worst enemy. It causes me to question almost everything about life… my purpose, my future, my existence and what tomorrow holds.

Nothing with MS is smooth sailing. You may feel like you’re on a roller coaster of emotions. Accepting what’s going on one day and angry about it the next. It may help to remind yourself that these feelings are normal and will likely ease with time. You will feel like yourself again as you learn how to fit your illness into your life. As crazy as it sound, what may be confusing at first starts to make sense. Give yourself time to learn how to take care of your illness.

I am in pain and deal with immense weakness every single day. I’m left unable to do many things because of it. There are different ways of dealing with all that MS throws at me. What people don’t know is that sometimes I lie on the floor in desperate need of a cold, soothing surface to help ease the discomfort from pain, neuropathy, and muscle spasms. I feel so exhausted that at times breathing feels like too much work. I don’t feel strong at all.

Sure, there are days when I feel better and try to do as many things as possible while I can. There are days when I feel stronger because I managed to rest for once. I do feel like my struggles have given me some strength to deal with the uncertainties of MS. The struggle, the pain – it’s all a part of my everyday life now.

An unpredictable life has become my new normal. When I was first diagnosed, I felt like I couldn’t make it through the hard times. I cried a lot, more than expected. I clung to the idea that things will get better. They had to. If I could just get through the current situation, I would have less of a struggle in life.

What it all comes down to in the end is that we are all simply doing the same thing… existing. I think what has helped me the most is remembering that MS isn’t going to go away any time soon, but it CAN be treated. It’s a long process trying to find what works for each person individually, but symptoms can be eased.

It takes time to adjust to the loss of your expected plans for yourself, and your feelings are perfectly natural and valid. So don’t be too hard on yourself for that.

I have found it helpful to focus on being grateful for the little things that take place. I treat them as bright spots or stepping stones to help me navigate through the uncharted parts of a life with MS.

Give yourself permission to enjoy life. Be consciously grateful for what you can enjoy in every opportunity you get. You will begin to feel happier and less broken by the negative things you can’t control.

Strength is made through the struggle. Through the experience of never giving up. Think of it this way…

It takes strength to get knocked down only to get up and keep standing.
It takes strength to not drown in your tears of pain and sorrow.
It takes strength to hold your head high when others don’t seem to care.
It takes strength to wake up each day with a smile regardless of the struggle.
It takes strength to find a song to sing when there’s no music to be found.
It takes strength to give it all you’ve got when you have nothing left to give.
It takes strength to not quit when everything within you is screaming at you “stop”.
It takes strength to look at tomorrow with hope rather than fear and doubt.
It takes strength to show your weaknesses in a perfect minded world.

It takes strength to do a lot of things, but mostly it takes strength to live.

The multiple sclerosis storm you are in

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I went to bed with rain coming down and woke up to the same. It’s a rainy day out. I can hear the pitter patter of the drops as they hit the roof. It’s definitely going to be a wet kind of day, and I have a few appointments to go to so it looks like I will probably be getting wet in the process.

Yet even though it’s raining out, I know it’s not raining because of me. It’s not my fault the clouds are dumping water out and mucking up the day. There’s nothing I can do about it either. I can’t control the direction it sends me in or the troubles it leaves along the way.

It’s the same with living with multiple sclerosis. It sweeps into your life and attempts to take you out. You do all you can to tame it and make life manageable but it’s not easy. The destruction left behind can seem impossible to handle. You try to simply make it through your day. Life has become a moment by moment experience. Some moments are good, some bad and some are downright horrible. I want you to know that MS is not your fault. Just as with a storm, you do the best you can to stay safe and weather the storm.

I like to think of rain this way: “Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I’m not the only thing that falls apart. It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.” (Lone Alaskan Gypsy)

Today you may feel like you are wading your way through a storm. Clouds are hanging over head and mucking up your day. It’s dark and rainy and there’s nothing you can do about it. You may be awaiting test results or facing a family crisis, you may be drowning in financial difficulties or surrounded by loneliness, your heart may be breaking or your mind may be filled with worries and there’s nothing you can do about it…except…

You can decide that no matter the rain or darkness, you are going to have a good day. It really is that simple. Storms come and storms go. No storm lasts forever. The storm you are in, it will end and the sun will come out again. Some storms are longer than others, but they all come to an end…every one.

You get to choose whether you will laugh or cry, sing or sigh, bend or break. You also get the amazing opportunity to dance in the rain and stomp through the puddles that get left behind. No matter what you are facing, you don’t have to go through it alone. Share your umbrella with someone else.

I can guarantee you that if you take a moment to peak out from under your umbrella, you will see someone else walking in the same direction you are without an umbrella. Lift yours up a little bit higher and offer to hold it for them too. Two walking together in the rain is better than one. You could even turn it into a party and see if more people could fit. It won’t make the storm pass quicker, but it will make the time more enjoyable as you support one another.

If you just so happen to be one of the umbrella-less people right now, you don’t have to keep getting poured on. Look up. You will see umbrellas everywhere that are willing to share. Reach out and ask for help. Sometimes that can be the hardest thing in the world to do, but in the end it keeps you from getting soaked. Don’t be ashamed or embarrassed. It really is okay to ask for help. We all need each other.

Then after the storm has come and gone, get out there a jump in the puddles.

Make the best of life when it throws lemons at you

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It’s really nice when my couch lets me out of the house. I try to spend time outside on nice days. Not a lot of time, especially if it’s hot out, but right now it’s still cool in the mornings so that’s always a pleasant time for me. Yesterday, I was able to get out and enjoy a bit of sunshine which was a nice welcomed treat for me.

As I was sitting on my back patio, I noticed lots of new flowers starting to bloom. There was a sweet smell of honeysuckle in the air and the birds were singing their songs from high up in the trees. Everything seemed alive. There was no traffic, no busy people, no distractions, just a calm and peaceful morning for me to enjoy.

I noticed one flower in particular that looked somewhat out of place tucked away in the corner of the yard, but amazingly beautiful with a brilliant mixture of red and orange colors. Maybe it was the way the morning breeze was blowing against the flower’s pedals or maybe it was just my imagination, but I am almost sure that I saw that flower stand taller as I watched it. It seemed to square its shoulders back and hold its head high as if to say, “Good morning, I’m glad you’re here!”

The thing that made this flower’s beauty stand out more than anything else in the yard was the fact that it was growing right in the middle of a compost pile…forgotten and alone…sitting in a pile of broken down waste and scraps.

Have you ever heard the saying “bloom where you’re planted?” Well, this flower was doing just that. It could have decided that life was simply too hard and given up on ever becoming anything of use, it could have decided to bury itself even deeper into the compost pile and hidden itself away forever, it could have decided to keep its beauty from ever being seen by me or anyone else, but this flower was determined to shine…and shine it did.

That flower decided to push its way through all the crap it was given and become a thing of beauty regardless of where it was stuck in life. No one but me, a few birds that were fluttering about in the trees nearby, and maybe a worm or two saw its beauty, but if only for us, it fulfilled its purpose! That one flower gave me a smile. It made a difference.

You may feel like that flower today, like you’re stuck in a stinky, smelly, horrific pile of crap, yet no matter how ugly or smelly things may be in your life, all that junk has an incredible way of producing amazing things of beauty. It may look like garbage to you, but to me, I see something incredible. I see a beautiful you in the making. I see a strength rising up that says just watch me shine…I’m going to make it.

Don’t lose hope. There is still a lot of good to come from your life. You are very much needed. You are not a mess. Because of you, someone’s day will be brighter. They will see you making it even though you’re in the middle of an impossibility and be encouraged by your strength. It’s time to square your shoulders back and hold your head up high. Don’t underestimate your value. Make the best of life when it throws lemons at you and show the world just how amazing you really are.

I will never sugar coat my life with MS

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Have you ever had one of those days when you wished you could just curl up into a ball and hide away under the covers in bed because life was simply too much, too crazy and too overwhelming to bear? That was me yesterday. I woke up in tears… literally. That happens to me from time to time, only yesterday it hit me really hard. Harder than usual.

I hate when that happens. Sometimes no matter how hard I try to remain upbeat, positive and steadfast, I fail. It just goes to show that even people like me who strive to find the good in everything around them actually have times when they wish their out of control life could be put on hold and the pain had a pause button.

I’m human and I’m real. I will never sugar coat the difficulties of living with multiple sclerosis and I never want people to think that MS is a breeze to manage. Too many people out in the public don’t hear of the struggles we go through because too many MSers don’t talk enough about the truth of living with a chronic disease.

I am thankful for those living with minimal symptoms and that can handle the pain with ease at any given moment whether it be physical or emotional. But I know for a fact that’s not me. I talk about the struggles I face because I believe the more the public is made aware of what we experience, the more they will come to understand the reasons we have our unpredictable mood swings, cancel seemingly simple plans and spend so much of our time at home.

It’s not always easy for me to voice my needs. That’s because many times I don’t even know what I need in the first place. So when someone calls or stops by and asks how they can help out, I don’t always have an answer. It’s not because I’m being rude, antisocial or don’t want their help. Most of the time it’s because I simply can’t see past the pain in the moment to know what I truly need. That kind of thing requires too much thought and most of the time my brain just blanks out.

But I can tell you this, what ALWAYS helps is genuine care, concern, support and love. Those things help at any given moment and can be expressed through a simple “thinking of you” text, help around the house, offering to pick up some groceries, or just stopping by for a chat.

My greatest fear is to be forgotten in this fast paced, on-the-go world. It’s easy for that to happen too because many of us get to a place where socializing becomes  extremely stressful and is filled with too many uncertainties and obstacles.

Getting out of the house requires great planning and considerations that many people don’t really think about. Will the place I’m going to be accessible for my needs? Will I have quick access to a bathroom when needed? Will I be in a place where I can remain cool? If a meal is involved, will someone be there to help me cut my food? If I get too tired (which is normally a given in my case), can I leave early? Does it cost because I live on a limited budget and even small expenditures are impossible to afford?

Any number of questions have to be considered in order to leave the house. Some days those questions are easy to answer, other times they are simply too much to face.

I woke up yesterday with my laugh-box broken because the questions in life smacked me in the face as soon as I woke up. If that ever happens to you, give yourself a break and allow yourself the needed time to grieve. Grieving is a real part of living with MS, and it’s okay to have those moments. Just try not to stay there.

I had my good cry already yesterday. The world may never see my tears, but they will always hear my pain. I refuse to be silent in the struggle.

You are not imperfect because of multiple sclerosis

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All too often I hear people say they can’t do something because multiple sclerosis has caused their body to cease to function as it should. They see their body as imperfect because they are always doing something wrong. Their weakness keeps them from moving about as they need their body to function, their vision limits their ability to focus and maneuver their way throughout the day, their memory hinders their activities with failure to followthrough on much needed moments, and just showing up to an outing is too much work to handle so they decide to just stay home. That kind of life would wears on anyone.

I want you to know that you are not in this fight alone. Their are countless other MSers fighting along with you and leaving a trail of encouragement that will help keep you from being blindsided. We’ve got your back if you let us. I don’t know where I would be without such a great support system. It’s far better to try and fail than to never try at all.

I am reminded of a story about a woman who had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to her house, the cracked pot arrived only half full due to it leaking out.

For two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and felt miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, the cracked pot spoke to the woman. ‘I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.’

The woman smiled, ‘Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your imperfection, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walked back, you watered them.’

‘For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my house. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be such beauty to fill my house.’

You are filling the world with much more than you think. Don’t underestimate who you are, what you can do even when limited, and how important you actually are. I just happen to think you are the bee’s knees!

Ready for surgery

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My bags are packed for a 6 day hospital stay. Not my choice of a resort stay but at least I will be taken care of while recovering from surgery on Monday morning. I have to be at the hospital at 8:00 AM, Feb 6th. Surgery will take about 2 1/2 hours. I will write to keep you updated while in the hospital. Don’t know what day I will post something but hopefully you will hear from my by the 7th.

I have to empty my bowels on Sunday starting at 2 PM. I have to down 4 litters of Gavilyte-G. Lemon flavored… and stay by the toilet so I won’t make a mess rushing to the bathroom. Ugh!

For those who don’t know my urologist has recommended the removal of my bladder and a stoma made with a part of my small intestines to empty my urine into a pouch on the outside of my stomach area. I won’t have any more stones to deal with. No more UTI’s. No catheters to change. Just a urine bag/pouch to change. It’s supposedly not be painful once healed. My urine will just be an open flow outside of my body. Kidneys will work the same. Just no bladder.

I’m a little nervous about it and hope I will heal quickly and learn quickly how to manage dealing with a urostomy bag. I’ve met with the nursing staff that will be teaching my after surgery how to manage everything. They are really nice and have already given me some products to play around with to get a little familiar with what I will be doing.

Keep me in your prayers. I will be doing the same for you. Hugs…