Dating someone with a colostomy is cassie dating p diddy

I was so worried that no guy would ever love me or accept me with it.

I was so adamant that I didn’t want another operation and told all the doctors of my decision at every check-up.

I was sick for three years with Ulcerative Colitis and would always joke that the next step would be a bag. But when a surgeon walked up to my hospital bed and said, , leaving me in tears, my new reality began.

When I used to say that I could end up with a bag, I didn’t really understand what it meant because like I said, I never really thought it would happen to me.

Third, I never fully recovered and less than four months later ended up in hospital again - quite unwell, and leaking poo from my vagina.

I knew I was unwell and that I may have to have some type of surgery, but not in a million years did I think I would ever have to get the bag back.

First, I had fevers that would come and go, and which doctors couldn’t explain.

Second, my bottom hadn’t been used in over 18 months.

Of course I told my friends, but I wasn’t really open about it with new people.

I actually took a photo of it and decided to raise money for Crohn’s and Colitis Australia, and plastered the photo all over Facebook and Instagram. I was comfortable in my skin, so guess what happened?

I met a guy, who wasn’t afraid of what I told or showed him; he actually loved me more because of what I had been through, and how I still managed to be so positive and happy about life.

Then one afternoon, a bunch of doctors came to my bed, pulled the curtain around me and said, My second stoma was by far the worst.

Even though I knew what I was in for and that it wouldn’t be so bad, and was looking forward to feeling good again, I still felt devastated.