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Tomorrow is September 23rd. The first day of Autumn (my favorite season). Free Hug Day. The day the Jetsons premiered in 1962. The day the planet Neptune was discovered in 1846. The day Ray Charles was born. It was also the day, 5 months ago, that I had my colon removed; it has changed my life totally and completely and I don't even know where to begin. I am starting to be more confident as I change my bag. More confident when I'm out in public and need to go to the bathroom. More confident when I dress for a night out- though I rarely have the energy for those nights. I have been taking showers WITHOUT my bag, which is, nearly orgasmic. In the past week I have traded tacos for salad and have begun the tiny step of walking M to school, giving me a good 30 minutes of brisk walking. I talk about it less.... it's not such a 'freaky' thing I have to discuss about constantly.

Tomorrow is September 23rd and I have to spend it at the hospital, because my body just can't figure out this whole "no colon" thing. Evidently all the brisk before school/ work walking has damaged a muscle which has caused my stoma to swell and enlarge. I mean, really? Are you freaking kidding me? WALKING has caused an injury. Awesome. I'll be at UT Soutwestern St. Paul with all of the amazing nurses and doctors that put up with by grumpy bitterness and snarky comments.

It's been 5 months and I feel like I just keep rebooting and starting all over again.

PS: Don't want to forget about my heart..... June 23 was the day of my heart attack- so it's been 3 months since that life changing experience.

Dear Universe,

I would like to start over...

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