We all come with a little extra baggage: Life with an ostomy
Being a parent of a child with IBD is probably more difficult than being a patient. You are a special breed of parent if you have a sick child, regardless if they’re not actually a child anymore. I thought I would shed some light on some of the small things my Mom has done for me over the last few years of having IBD. Kudos to all you Gutsy Mom’s.
I over heard this comment in an exchange between two friends. And without the mindfulness that I was sitting there, they laughed at the joke and continued on. The comment jolted me and I immediately took offense. Why would you say that in front of someone who was so sick and lost so much weight? I thought it was insensitive and it hurt my feelings. But I put it to the back of my mind and continued on with the evening.
Continue reading ““I want to look so skinny people think I’m sick.””
I’m writing this post slightly intoxicated since I haven’t had the courage to write this sober yet, but here it goes: Continue reading “Wearing My Heart on My Sleeve (and a bag on my tummy)”
2015: My year of uncertainty, frustration, turmoil, chaos, sadness, trauma, disease.
2015: My year of support, growth, love, perspective, positivity, reflection, health.
It’s hard to explain what this year has done to me. I’ve debated seeking counsel to help sort through this whirlwind of emotions I’ve been put through and even after the clarity from all the drugs I still have trouble figuring out how I should feel. What I do feel. What I do know is that it’s okay not to know.
Continue reading “My Love for 2015: The Worst Year of My Life”
“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away. “
I usually pride myself on giving meaningful, and generous gifts. I may be good with written word but I usually struggle to tell my people how much I care, in oral speech. So every year I usually spend too much and search too hard, for gifts that show my thanks and treat my friends and family. However this year was different
Last week was my first week back in the real world and what a challenge it has been. I couldn’t stand sitting at home any longer and felt like my lazy ass needed to start being productive again. After an optimistic meeting with my boss I decided to start back at work Monday morning with enthusiasm and energy. But to be honest I have only been plagued with bag issues. Continue reading “The Plague of the Bag”
I don’t think I’m necessarily going to give any insight to body image that you haven’t already heard but I’m going to use this post as a way to document a whole new challenge and perspective that I hope might bring some positivity. Continue reading “EveryBODY has Extra Baggage”
After my last sombre post I figured I should get back on track with the positivity train and explain why an ileostomy is good and all the benefits I’m going to reap.
I think this will be my hardest post yet: My most honest, most vulnerable and most genuine. The whole point of this blog is to see the beauty in the breakdown and advocate for not only those with IBD but anyone carrying an extra weight. A heavy heart. Extra baggage.
But if I also stay true to my word that it’s about openness and exposure then I must strip down the positivity for a second and express the sadness I feel.
IBD Baggage Claim 