One would think going in for a routine bladder procedure and coming out with dead bowel, an open wound the size of Texas, and an ileostomy bag would be the maximum health drama a person is allowed within a two-year period.
One would be wrong.
Not content to let my mother’s 2014 surgical disaster get all the glory, lymphoma recently waltzed in and filled up her 2016 dance card. That little bugger didn’t even give her time to fully recover from 2015’s ileostomy takedown.
Eh, who needs physical strength and stamina anyway?
Hey, this isn’t funny…
My mother gave me permission to write about her condition and even advised I add humor. Were it not for her sense of humor throughout the daily ileostomy-bag changes and current bouts of digestive problems, she’d be a 110-pound ogre by now. And who could blame her?
On the plus side, her new diagnosis means more trips to New Hampshire for me and more time to pester my favorite feline. Oh how that furball loves me.
Oh, Good health, why do we put you at risk?
Our health is such a priceless commodity, isn’t it? And yet we humans are funny creatures. We purposely do things we know aren’t good for us. We smoke, drink excessively, consume gobs of sugar, skip wearing bike helmets, drive when we should walk, sit when we should stand, watch TV when we should sleep, and so on and so on.
Of course, many ailments (like my mother’s) aren’t due to our poor behaviors, and many of our poor behaviors aren’t due to a lack of willpower. Addiction and dependence play their roles. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t tackle them.
Because as my mother found out, when it comes to disease, Fate is cruel enough. Why help Her along with the process?
What’s one habit you could improve on when it comes to health?
Given my upcoming trips to New Hampshire and other obligations, I’ll be stepping away from my blog for the rest of March. You won’t see me around much on your sites either, and for that I apologize. But I’ll check in on Twitter and Facebook. After all, those pics of my mom’s cat won’t post themselves.
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