Chronic Health Conditions Discussion and Support

... wearing slacks is out, but I'm not a sweatpants sort of fellow. So I wear chef's pants, which look good, are baggy in the right places and I get a lot of compliments on my fashion flair.

It means not having to get up nights to hit the can. It means by adding a second bag I can drive through to the next fuel stop. It means I can testify to the dangers of second hand cigarette smoke. It means between the surgeries for colon cancer in 2017 (they left enough colon I don't need a colostomy bag), and the bladder cancer surgery, my front looks like a road map.

People like us are too tough and pragmatic to let it get us down past the initial shock (and I have some insight on that shock), it took me a month at least to be able to look at the stoma, let alone deal with it. I treated it like a disfigurement when what it was, was a reconfiguration.

C'mon, show it your innate tough Chicago being and pull through!