10/03/2026
I fought getting an ostomy for more than a decade.
I thought I was too young. I thought it would ruin my life, that I wouldnāt be able to do the things I loved anymore. What would I wear? What would people think? What would happen to my quality of life?
I had already been through cancer when I was young, then came ulcerative colitis and years of medications, steroids, hospital visits and trying to keep my body going. Through all of it, an ostomy was the thing I absolutely did not want.
Man, was I wrong.
My ostomy didnāt end my life. It gave me so much of it back.
That doesnāt mean I love everything about having one, or that life since surgery has been easy. Iāve had complications, more surgeries, hernias, blockages and plenty of days where Iāve been angry at my body or scared about what comes next. Cancer came back into my life too.
But I am still incredibly grateful for my ostomy because Iām here, living a life the younger version of me, the one who was absolutely terrified of this, couldnāt have imagined.
And one of the biggest things I never expected was the community that came with it.
I have people I can reach out to when things get hard who understand without needing the whole backstory. People who have answered my questions, checked on me, shared their experiences or simply reminded me that Iām not doing this alone.
And somewhere along the way, I became one of those people for others too. I get to support someone else when theyāre scared, struggling, newly diagnosed or just having a crappy ostomy day. That means a lot to me.
Today is World Ostomy Day and Iāll be spending part of it at our Step Up for Ostomy walk, surrounded by some of the people this life brought into mine.
That feels pretty full circle.
I spent more than ten years believing an ostomy would take my life away.
Turns out, it became part of how I got my life back. š