Freedom.

In honor of IBD Awareness Week, I wanted to make sure I took full advantage of a photo-shoot I had with one of my sister’s friends for an assignment she had for a class. Before I had my ostomy, I always hated the idea of them. I thought they were gross and concurred with all of the stigmas surrounding having an ostomy. Which 24 year old girl wants an ostomy? None.

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But that doesn’t change the fact that mine saved my life. Without my ostomy, I certainly wouldn’t be here today. When I found out I had to have my ostomy (which is temporary) I was insistent on the fact that I wouldn’t be going anywhere, showing anyone, saying anything about it. Now, I have realized how blessed I am to have a surgeon who is precise enough to complete all 3 of my operations lapriscopically, leaving me with a stomach that is still recognizable. I am also blessed to have the opportunity to have my ostomy reversed, to have a platform to help others that may be struggling with the decision to have the operation.

I am no longer a prisoner of ulcerative colitis. My ostomy was the key that unlocked my jail cell.

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