Self Image and the Ostomate
Not what my fortune cookie told me, this time it was my teabag. I admit I look for inspiration anywhere and everywhere. In truth, I realize that if I have any “love language” (okay, that I borrowed from a young person!) it is that I do have compassion. So much so, that sometimes, it hurts. […]
Having lived for decades with frequent bowel obstructions taught me to always think ahead. For years, until my ileostomy, it felt like no sooner had I returned home from the hospital when another bout presented itself. If I was to get anything done, I would have to always be at the ready to accomplish whatever […]
There is something special about being part of a community. Just as we grow up in a family, our first community, we find ourselves in many as time goes on. Bruce and I are at the time of life when we are looking at a new community, even as we reflect upon and appreciate those […]