I Don’t Remember How to be Sick

I finally decided to go to the doctor.

After my mom called me out for my blog post last week, after my boyfriend bugged me enough, and after being on clear fluids and having pain for 3 weeks, it was time.

Yesterday afternoon, I emailed my GI doc’s receptionist at Mt. Sinai hospital in Toronto, detailing my symptoms – some of which I have never had before. Early this morning, she called and told me that the doc could fit me in. This doctor barely has time for anyone and he was fitting me in.

This must not be good.

I made it to my appointment today, sat down and went over my symptoms with my doctor. He hummed and hawed, asked me some questions, and poked at my stomach – the usual. The unusual part, however, was that he had no idea what was wrong with me.

In fact, he wasn’t even sure if my symptoms were related to my Crohn’s Disease or my ostomy. Maybe the gallbladder? Maybe the pancreas? Maybe a stricture or maybe just some scar tissue. Who knows! The only way to find out, he said, was to schedule me for some tests and test out a med.

I was sent across the hall to get my blood drawn, downstairs to fill a prescription, then back up to the 5th floor to try on some hospital gowns for my xray photoshoot.

After an hour and a half of running around the hospital, I left, and started to walk home.

It was cold out, but sunny, so I put on both my jacket hood and my big sunglasses.

And I walked.

I kept walking.

Mind blank.

Walked some more.

My mind still blank.

I walked by a pharmacy.

Without even knowing it, I walked through the door.

I didn’t need anything.

I was drawn to the candy section. The only area that had food I could eat.

I circled 2 aisles.

I still didn’t need anything.

Mind still blank

I stopped on my second time around and stared at some candy. I lifted it off the shelf and read the ingredients.

I didn’t need it.

I turned and started to walk around the rest of the store.

And then my eyes started to well.

Still in my sunglasses, so the lady across from me in the store at the cash register couldn’t see, tears made my vision blurry, and a lump in my throat formed.

I didn’t want to eat anymore stupid candy.

I wanted a real meal. Something so simple. Something I haven’t had in 3 weeks.

Lump getting bigger, I walked out of the store, and continued walking home.

My mind, no longer blank, now racing, fuelled my walk home – how could the doctor not know what was wrong with me? How could I not know what was wrong with me? What if I need to be on medication again? What if I have to go back to the hospital? What if I need surgery? What am I supposed to do? Am I strong enough to handle whatever is coming my way? Will I have to stop working? What about my boyfriend? Would I still have the energy to continue working on all the extra things I’m working on? Could I spend weeks in a bed again? Could I handle people poking and prodding me? What about the pain that comes with tests? What if the pain gets worse?

And so on, and so on..

And then, my mind stopped on one last thought -

I don’t even remember how to be sick.

The last time I was really, really sick, I was 13 years old.

Whether it was because I was too young to understand how sick I was, or if I just didn’t have anything to lose, the thought of being sick was never that frightening.

I remember that I could just accept the fact that I was living in the hospital. I remember being ok with missing out on holidays and vacations. I remember accepting that I was doing school work from a bed and skipping after school activities with my classmates. I remember just laying back while doctors and nurses poked, pinched, sliced and diced me. I remember being able to handle the pain. I remember it all just being ok.

Or maybe it was all the drugs. Most of what I remember experiencing is clouded in a haze of drugs.

But what I do remember in that haze is that I just knew how to be sick.

What about now? I’m 25 years old and very aware of what could happen and what might happen and how much of an impact it would make on the wonderful life I’ve built.

I don’t remember how I did it.

Maybe it’s the fear of not knowing. Maybe it’s because this is the second time in 2 years. Maybe it’s because I have so much more to lose.

Whatever it may be, at this point, I can’t really fathom what’s coming and what I’m going to do about it.

The only thing I can do is make light of the situation and hope for the best.


Can someone say sexy hospital wear? Sigh. #crohns #colitis #ostomy #ibd #hospital

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But You Don’t Look Disabled

A few months ago, I wrote about how I had applied for the Canadian Disability Tax Credit here in Canada, which, when approved, comes with some tax benefits. If you remember, I had quite a time trying to get approved, but, eventually, after going through the process of re-applying, rewriting applications, bugging my GI doc to fill out some extra forms, I was finally granted disability status in Canada.

Yes. In Canada, I am considered disabled.

And yes, I know I don’t look it.



According to the Canadian Government’s definition of disabled, I do, in fact, fall under that category. My ostomy makes being alive very different and more complex than non-disabled people. Though I’ve had it for almost 12 years and it is part of who I am, it still has its ways of being a pain. The extra time, cost, and complexity of my ostomy qualifies me as being disabled.

And it doesn’t matter that I don’t look it.

One of the benefits of having the tax credit is that I am able to open up a special savings account. As everything is when it comes to government, it’s a process to get it set up and comes with many stipulations and rules. Before I set up this savings account, I wanted to do my research, so, I went from bank to bank, talking to their employees, asking the questions I needed answered.

And from bank to bank, I would get the exact same thing:

“Hi, I’d like to talk to someone about opening an RDSP here at your bank.” I would ask.

“Ok, I can find someone for you to speak with. Who did you say this is for, again?” They would say.

“It’s for me.”

“A Registered Disability Savings Plan is for you.”


“You know you have to be approved for it, right?”


“Have you been approved?”




“Ok… let me just get someone for you…”

And off they’d go, walking a few steps, then looking back to get a good look at me in my skinny jeans and high heals, and wondering if I was just some idiot.

Eventually, I found the bank I wanted to open the account with (not from the help I was getting, but from the investments…) and I went to set it up.

I went to the teller, and said the same thing I did time and time again – I wanted to open an RDSP. After witnessing another round of confusion and hesitation, I was eventually taken to an employee who could set it up. It was only after a quick introduction that it went straight into the usual:

“This RDSP is for.. you?” he asked.

“Yes.” I responded.

“Disability Saving Plans, right?”


“With a D.”

“Yes. I’ve been approved for it. I know how much money I can put in. I know the rules about taking money out. I just need someone to set it up for me.”

“You seem like you know a lot more about this than I do.”

“Well, I’m not mentality disabled!”

eye roll

Eventually, I started giggling out of frustration and exhaustion and just wanting to have the whole thing finally done with. The banker, recognizing that I was laughing at my own inappropriate joke, relaxed into the conversation and we were finally able to get it done.


Not a single part of me was surprised by the confusion and questioning I experienced during this process. In fact, I expected it.

But why did I expect it? Why was it ok for me to accept that others couldn’t accept that I’m considered disabled? Why was it ok for the employees to question me in this way? Even further, why was it ok for them to speak to me like I have the IQ of a 5 year-old?

Well, you all already know that I’m not someone who cares about what anyone thinks of me. But what if I did? What if I was someone who could be offended by something like this? Would you have been?

For those of us with Crohn’s, Colitis, ostomies, and other chronic illnesses, we’ve heard it before:

“Well, you don’t look sick.”

No, on the outside, we don’t look sick. In fact, on the outside we look like strong, beautiful people.

Because we are.

But on the inside?

Some of us are in pain, some of us can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t move, can’t muster up the courage to hang out with friends.

On the inside, we’re not ok.

This is a picture of me that was taken last weekend:

Uncover Ostomy - Photography by Angela McConnell - But You Don't Look Disabled

Guess what?

I was having stomach pain when this picture was taken.

I have been on clear fluids and soft foods all week.

While I know my mother is going to read this and call me and yell at me for not telling her sooner - she saw me this past Friday and couldn’t tell.

Most of the time, you can’t tell.

And none of you would be able to tell if I hadn’t opened up about it.

This is why it is so important that all of us speak out.

It’s important that we teach. It’s important that we help the public understand that there is a lot more than what’s on the surface when it comes to our health. This is why I am always talking about what I have, to remind people that you can’t judge a book by it’s cover.

And you can too.

Whether you take time to explain it to a few family members, or a group of friends, or you open up about what you have to an entire auditorium of people -

We all have a reason to talk about what we have.

Without us speaking out, we will continue to be judged by our appearance and not understood by what we’re going through. We will continue to be scrutinized for having to leave school early, for missing a day of work, for not being able to wear a certain pair of pants, or for not being able to share a certain dish at a restaurant. Without educating those around us about what we’re going through, they’ll never learn.

Because they can’t see it for themselves.

Friends and followers - I have some exciting things coming in the next little while for Uncover Ostomy that I want all of you to be a part of. While I can’t divulge many of the details yet, there is a way you can be involved.

Over the next few weeks, you can educate. Over the next few weeks, I want to see you share.

I want to know why you talk about your #ostomy.

Tweet to @UncoverOstomy, post on our Facebook page, and use #ostomy on an Instagram post.

Tell me why you open up. Whether it is to just a few people or hundreds of people over, I want to see your reason. I want to know why you have joined our cause.

Soon, you’ll get see why….

No, we may not look disabled on the outside, but that’s only because the strength that comes from dealing with our diseases is what shines through most.

New Year’s Time Machine

What if we all just stopped thinking about New Year’s as the start of a new year, but started thinking about New Years as the rewind button for the last.


Ok, hear me out..

Barring major life events like graduating university, getting married, having kids, etc., we live our lives in pretty much the same way, year after year. We go to work, we hang out with friends and family, and we spend some time doing the things we enjoy doing like crafting or playing video games.

Same thing, year after year.

For me, at least, 2014 was a good year, but I’ll be honest, not very exciting. Yeah, I got a new job, and went on a few trips, but I think I’m at the time in my life when most of my days are filled with generally the same old.

So that’s how I foresee 2015 being – the same old.

But I don’t want it to be the same old.

I want it to be different.

That’s why, for this New Years, I’m not ringing in the start of another number on the calendar, but I’m jumping into my time machine and experiencing it all over again. Except, this time, differently.

I want more.

I want to do more.

I want to experience more.

I want to build, create, grow, more.

That’s what I want for 2015.

Why do I want to do the last year over again, you might ask? Why not just say, screw it with 2014, and these are my New Years resolutions, going forward?

Because New Years resolutions are bullshit.


We make all these promises to ourselves that we’ll eat healthier, study a new language, call our mothers more, and pay our bills on time, but within a month we’ve eaten 11 pizzas (at least one of them being after 2am), already forgotten how to say “hello” in this new language (but remembered how to say “butt”), screened our mothers’ calls 6 times, and found the VISA bill in a pile of newspaper 3 days after payment was due.


At least some people do well in the new year…


Resolutions are bullshit.

That’s why I’m not looking ahead to 2015.

No, I’m looking back at 2014 and identifying the things that I need to change.

I’m going to use 2014 as my template, if you will. A template that I will use to adjust for the year ahead. I’m going to look at what I’ve accomplished, and learn from my success. I’m going to look at what I didn’t accomplish, and learn from my failure. I’m going to look through my day-to-day activity and see where I could have put more time towards something else, put less time, slept more… I’m going to use 2014 as my template to properly build the year I want to experience in 2015.

They say history repeats itself if the conditions before remain the conditions ahead, right?

So let’s change them.

New Years Resolutions?



What do you want to change with your New Year’s time machine?


Sunshine, Relaxation, Freedom.

Sunshine. Warmth. Relaxation. Not having to talk to anyone for an entire week. Vacation.

A little over a week ago, my boyfriend and I disappeared to an all-inclusive resort in sunny Mexico. While the trip itself ended up being absolutely wonderful, it was not without its stresses.

Despite being a seasoned traveler, there’s something about traveling and staying at a resort during the holidays that… isn’t the same as normal traveling.

The morning of, you wake up at the crack of dawn and rush to the airport only to find yourself waiting in line after slow-moving line full of people who barely ever travel, if not for this being their first time on a plane. Lines full of people who have no idea how to check in to the flight, no clue where to drop their bag off, and have no understanding that they are not allowed to bring a full bottle of water through security…

Out of the way line

You make your way past check-in and on to security and you find yourself face to face with a TSA agent who has just about had enough of this time of year (with 3 more weeks to go) and decides to take it out on you by getting all up in your personal space. Sometimes, they even ask you about what they saw on the full body scanner, and you have to whip out your ostomy bag so they’ll leave you alone. (Yes, I’ve had to do that before.)

Then, after all that, you realize you have 2 hours to spare before even getting on the plane.


It takes a lot of effort to relax.

Of course, the biggest stress is always figuring out what to pack. You’re not exactly sure what the weather will be in this foreign land for that specific week (sunny, raining, windy, cold or warm at night?) and you can then only hope that the massive amount of crap you have shoved into your suitcase will somehow result in outfits that can work.

Time to packWhat to pack?







What to pack What to pack?






Well, this trip, my suitcase was stuffed full of bathing suits.

There aren’t a lot of opportunities for me to wear bathing suits over here in cold, snowy, Canada, so any chance I get, I want to wear them. I actually find wearing bathing suits kind of a fun challenge.

Cause, you know, it’s not easy wearing a bathing suit with an ostomy.

Figuring out the size, shape, stretch, and pattern of the suit, as well as how to fold, stuff, and choose what ostomy appliance to wear are all elements that come into play when trying to pull together a suit that is suitable (ha) for the pool, the beach, and the eyes of the people around you.

So, for this trip, I brought and wore 5 different bathing suits across 5 different days. Each day, showcasing a different way to wear, and tuck away, the bag.

Some of you may have already seen that I posted these pictures on Instagram, and many of you were shocked as to how I was able to pull off looks like this. I’ll be honest, it wasn’t as easy as it might look. Thanks to my almost 12 years of ostomy experience, I’ve managed to pull together some tips and tricks that make dressing for the sun possible. You’ll also notice that each bathing suit is a completely different style. No matter what your body shape, size, or where your ostomy is placed, I bet at least one of these styles will work for you (bag or not!)

Before I begin, instead of wondering what I’m hiding underneath my suits, I’ll let you in on the secret – I’m wearing the Coloplast Assura base plate and the small closed bag that you can see here, on the left:

Click for free samples!

Click for free Coloplast samples!


Now, how did I do it?

Day 1 – High Waisted Bathing Suit

Well, ok, this one doesn’t need much explanation. I literally just bought a pair of high-waisted bathing suit bottoms and paired it with a cute bathing suit top. The bottoms are so high, that it hid all of my ostomy, and then some!

Day 2 – Bikini Skirt

If you happen to be like me, and have a very low ostomy, a lower bathing suit bottom can be possible. The best part about this suit is that it also comes with a skirt. That means, it covers the bag if it happens to peak out the bottom. I just tuck the top of the bag into the top of the suit, and voila!

Day 3 – Cut-out Suit

This was one of the ones I actually picked out when I was researching for my summer bathing suit blog. I actually liked this one so much that.. I bought it. The cut-outs for this particular suit fit my ostomy just perfectly – I only had to tuck in the bottom to hide it from peaking out. For others, however, the cut-outs may not be in the right spot. Don’t worry, there are a ton of different cut-out style suits out there that could work.

Day 4 – Regular Bikini Bottoms

Ok, not going to lie… this one even shocked me.

In this picture I am actually wearing regular bikini bottoms.

Again, I’m lucky that my ostomy is very low, so that was one bonus in my favour. The other bonus, however, was that the Coloplast products I use are small and flexible enough that I was actually able to fold them together, behind the bathing suit, and lay them flat against my body. With a fold on the bottom, a fold on the side, and then a fold on the top, it managed to keep it tucked away perfectly!  It takes a bit of skill, but with the right product, and the right fold, it can work. I did, however, have to make a few extra trips to the bathroom, but totally worth it to get a better tan! (PS – If you look closely, you can see the plastic of the plate!)

I also paired it with a bathing suit wrap (meant to be worn in the water) so I could still hide it if I wanted to. I did wear the wrap when I went into the ocean, cause, you know, things move around in water.

Day 5 – Regular Bikini Bottoms with an added Piece 

So, fully recognizing that not everyone can pull of regular bikini bottoms like I miraculously was able to do (for the first, and maybe even the last time), I also wanted to sport my additional ostomy bathing suit piece. There are a number of companies out there that actually produce special bathing suit bands that can be worn with bathing suit bottoms to keep the bag tucked in and in place. In this picture, I’m wearing a simple black band tucked under the same bikini bottoms from the day before.

By Day 6 and 7, I ran out of new suits to wear but it really didn’t matter. Recognizing that I didn’t know anyone around me, I decided I would go a little bolder. I decided to let it hang out.

Some of you may know that I prefer to keep my ostomy hidden under clothing so that I can portray myself, and others with ostomies, as being able to dress the same way as those without ostomies. However, by the last few days of vacation, something inside me just said screw it. Did I know anyone here? No. Was I ashamed of my ostomy? Certainly not. So why was I trying so hard to hide it?

If I wanted the best tan lines, I was going to have to show some bag.

So, I did.

#tbt to last Thursday in Mexico when I said screw it, I’m showing it. #ostomy

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I think that’s what’s different about vacationing at a resort. Not the traveling, not the packing, but the freedom.

The freedom from responsibilities, the freedom from worrying about what people might think of you, and the freedom to just be yourself.

And myself includes my ostomy.



Oh, and sorry boys, I didn’t have any pictures of me wearing any mens bathing attire. What I will recommend, though, is that wearing a pair of underwear high enough to cover the bag, with a bathing suit on top, will do just the trick. Of course, you could always just let it peak out the top! 

Don’t forget – Coloplast is still giving away free samples of their products, just click here!


Positive Ostomy Awareness is a Cause to be Recognized

Ahh, awards.

A chance to get excited and cross your fingers and hope that you’re going to be recognized for working hard on something you are passionate about. While winning is always fun, it really is true that being nominated is just as exciting. Especially, when the nomination is for the ostomy.

Cause, you know, it doesn’t happen a lot.

For those of you who missed it, a few weeks ago, myself and Uncover Ostomy were nominated for an award to recognize our efforts in the Non-Profit space. The awards were facilitated by the website, Notable.ca, which you might remember from the video interview they did with me, last year.

Notable.ca is a website focused on the young professional community in Canada – the post university, professionally working individuals somewhere between the ages of 25-35. The website focuses on creating content and hosting events for this demographic and is pretty popular… Apparently, over 500 people applied to be nominated for their awards!

Only a select few were chosen. We were one of the select few.

As a chosen nominee, we were supposed to ask our networks to vote for us, to become a finalist in each category.

So, obviously, I asked you guys. Through Facebook posts, tweets, and emails, I asked!

And you guys acted.

Man, you guys are so awesome.

Shortly after the voting closed, I was told that Uncover Ostomy was one of the few chosen finalists!

As a finalist, myself as the representative of Uncover Ostomy was invited the awards ceremony. This was the event where we could all get together, meet the finalists, and watch as the winners were announced.

Told to dress to impress, I started to figure out exactly what I was going to wear (this was a big event!) I mean, I had just bought a few new outfits, but I had already worn them for other occasions! After chatting about it with one of my best friends, Kaitlin, she had an idea. Why not make a statement? I mean, after all, I was there for ostomy awareness. So why not not try something new…

As most of you know, I’m not usually one to flaunt my ostomy in public. I’ve always been a proponent for showing how to hide the ostomy underneath clothes, to be able to act and live normally, you know? But… we were going to the awards specifically for Uncover Ostomy… so why not take a different approach?

So I dressed to impress, in more ways than one.

Trying something new for tonight’s #NotableAwards. Can you see it? #ostomy #fashion #ootn

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All fancied up, with my ostomy in tow (and show), I headed to the awards ceremony.

It was at a wonderful venue with gorgeously decorated tables, delicious wine, and gourmet tasting plates. Best of all, it was a room full of other young professionals, being recognized for what they did best in a number of different areas; fashion, event planning, PR, DJing, Entrepreneurship, media, etc. I was in a room full of unbelievably talented people.

Uncover Ostomy was chosen to be among these amazing people. A campaign focused on bags. We were chosen.

We were chosen for a reason.

Despite all of your support and votes, we didn’t win the award for Non-Profit. (siiiigh)

Instead, it was awarded to Erick Bauer, founder of the Friends For Life Foundation, a foundation focused on supporting the Cystic Fibrosis and Oncology unit at Sick Kids, who also won the overall “Icon” award.

So yeah, we didn’t win, but we couldn’t have lost to anyone better! I mean, come on, the guy won the award they gave to the best young professional. It was a honour to be a finalist in the same category as him.

Actually, it was an honour to be among so many other young professionals in the Non-Profit category, specifically from other amazing foundations like the Three to Be Foundation, Childhood Cancer Canada, and the ONEXONE Foundation.  We were in this group!

Who would have ever thought an ostomy campaign would be in the same category as foundations focused on Cystic Fibrosis, neurological diseases, cancer, and feeding, educating, and providing clean water for people all over the world! So what we didn’t win? This is certainly a huge stride in the right direction.

Spreading positive ostomy awareness was recognized as a cause to support.

Public perception is changing. This nomination, and finalist standing, is proof.

I can’t wait to show you what we’re going to change, next…


Life and Times with No Immune System

Last week was an insane crazy awesome week.

On Thursday night, my mom and I drove up to London Ontario so that, the next day, we could watch my little brother graduate from Ivey at Western University. That night, we arrived in the city around 9:30pm, went for celebratory drinks and dinner, then went back to our hotel and got ready for the next morning.

Friday was a whirlwind with an early morning wakeup for me to hit the hotel gym, followed by a quick shower and change to get to the graduation auditorium. Hours later, (hours….) my bro graduated, and we made our way to our favourite local lunch spot back when we both went to Western. After that, we headed over to my brother’s girlfriend’s parents’ house for a lovely celebratory dinner. In between all this, I was working on my phone, my computer, back on my phone, and so on and so on (there was no way I couldn’t work – I have an important job!)

After getting home after 9pm on Friday, we all woke up the next morning to attend the early morning ceremony for my little cousin’s Bat Mitzvah service! We sat and watched her read her part on the podium and followed it with a lovely luncheon full of family and friends. The next part of the festivities – something my now legal cousins and I had been waiting for, for 12 years, was about to happen - an epic party where we could enjoy each others company while being all fancied up and.. enjoying the open bar. I was so excited.

In between the luncheon and the party, my boyfriend and I went back home to change. That morning, I had been coughing a bit, but felt completely fine and ready to party. Except, well, during the morning, I mistakenly messed up 2 different names of people whom I knew exactly who they were… it caught me off guard and weirded me out a bit, but I figured I was just tired. Best way to get over being tired? Work out. So, the boyfriend and I hit the gym before we showered and put on our fancy clothes.

It wasn’t until getting out of the shower, however, that something didn’t feel right. I felt warm and cold at the same time and my breath seemed to be coming out hot. I’ve had this before, but didn’t want to believe it. Sure enough, after taking my temperature, I had a fever.

But the fever was low.

Low enough that I could still attend the party we had all been waiting to attend for 12 years.

Now, all of us with either Crohn’s, Colitis, Cancer, or any other auto-immune disease know the drill. We get sick, and we get sick often. Sometimes, we get sick so often that we barely have a month of health due to our lack of immune systems. This can be a huge hinderance on our social lives, so, over the years I’ve learned never to let that get in the way… at least, to try.

So I put on my party dress and headed to the event.

And I made sure to snap a pic before I knew I would turn into a ball of shivering sweat on the floor.

Party Dress

“You don’t even look sick!” (They always say that, right?)

Luckily, I managed to.. survive. At least, for most of the night. I spent a lot of time at our table, and managed to eat some of the delicious food presented to me. I also stood and applauded for some of the speeches and spoke to a number of family and friends (always making sure to warn them to stay back from me, lest they catch something!)

As the night wore on, I, unfortunately, started to feel my immune system losing its battle against whatever was attacking me. I started to feel fatigued, cold, and cranky. It already being 12am with most people filtered out, I felt the night had been somewhat of a win. Not a success in any means, but at least I had made it through.

I was disappointed, however, to not be able to dance, laugh, and enjoy the festivities as much as I would have being my 100% self…but when this is your normal, you learn to deal.

The drive home, though, was where it started to really kick in. I was shivering hard and not taking anyone’s crap (as my boyfriend and brother cracked jokes in the cab.) I just wanted to be in pajamas and asleep. I got home, threw my purse, coat, shoes, and dress on the floor, got into the comfiest clothes I own and crawled directly into bed. As I’m told, I passed out within seconds.

Now, in my many years of being sick with every thing you could possible imagine, I’ve been quite used to getting a fever, having it stick around for a day or two, sweating it out, and carrying on with my life the next day. Sunday was supposed to be that day. But Sunday came. And Sunday went. I mean, it wasn’t all that bad – a bit of sweating and aching here, but I still had an appetite and wasn’t coughing too much. Cool – I’ll be back to work tomorrow.



Monday morning, I wake up to a fever of 39.5 c (103f). I basically couldn’t open my eyes, move my limbs, or lift my head. I was a wreck. My mom was so worried (because obviously she was checking in on me), that she insisted I go to the emergency room in case I had pneumonia or something worse.

She literally had to carry me there.

I don’t remember being that unbelievably incapacitated since I was sick with Crohn’s.

This was insane.

After a number of hours in emerg, sitting, waiting, blood work, more waiting, chest xray, being poked, prodded… etc, I was discharged.

The diagnosis?

Dr: “Well, we don’t usually see it this early in the season… but we’re pretty sure you have the Influenza Virus.”

(Obviously I have something that they don’t usually see at this time because my body has very little capacity to fight it off…)

Me: (muttering in my armpit because I’m lying in a ball on a gurney and can’t lift my head) “What do I do?”

Dr: “Nothing, just drink water and sleep. You should be over it in 7-10 days.”

7 to 10 days?

For someone without an immune system, those days could be doubled. Multiplied.

I was just hit with a life sentence.

So here I am.

4 lines scratched on the dresser beside my bed, counting the days. About to scratch in one more.

Today is day 5 with an insane fever and inability to move, to think, to eat, and struggling to type this blog without major grammar and spelling mistakes in my hazy fog (I’m sorry if there are any.)

As much as I’m complaining, this has been an enormous wake-up call. As I mentioned above – I don’t remember ever being as close to this sick as back when I was struggling with my disease. I have had a pretty good run lately where, even when I have been sick, I could get over it in a reasonable amount of time(-ish.) I’ve been lucky.

Many of you, however, are dealing with what I am dealing with now, almost every day – if not every day. Not necessarily with the flu, but with the symptoms of your disease, or from other sicknesses you’ve picked up because your body can’t fight off the germs. You are struggling to walk, to move, to eat, to socialize, to work, and to enjoy life. I am in awe of you.

But you can’t let this stop you.

I went to that party, and even though I didn’t have the best time, I was there and with the people I loved. I’m also still working from home as much as I can because my team needs me and I need to be productive. And I am still writing this blog because I had to pay homage to all of you who deal with this all the time.

So, to my dearest immune system and those of all others:

While we are thankful that you exist and work in our bodies to fight off infection in some capaticity… could you please try a little harder?


The girl and her friends who ain’t got time for this.

5 Years and a Long Awaited Milestone

5 years ago, today (Oct 3), I was sitting on the floor at the front door of my university apartment with my computer on my lap.

I don’t remember much of that moment, but in a daze of necessary hurry, I dropped everything and opened up my web browser.

I typed in: uncoverostomy.com

It was there that I saw the beginning of the change we were going to see in the world.

5 years ago, today, the term “ostomy” was flipped on its head. The widely recognized stereotypical portrayal of an ostomate was disrupted. The repetitive, negative conversation about ostomy surgery shifted. What was once known as a horrible, life-ruining procedure was no more.

5 years ago, today, Uncover Ostomy began.

Over the past 5 years, we have all – ostomate or not – come together to change the conversation. We started changing our own perceptions, we started discussing our own stories, and we started sharing to those around us. Through the years, we have made a significant change in what “ostomy” means to the world.

Now it’s time for a new partner – one who can help take our experiences, our stories, and our voices to the next level.

Today, at our 5 year mark, I am proud to announce that Coloplast has become an official sponsor of Uncover Ostomy.

All posts related specifically to Coloplast will have this logo.

(PS – Click here to sign up for some free products!)

After years of conversations, months of discussions, and a few weeks of finalizing details, they have joined our efforts in changing the conversation around ostomy surgery.

The best part of all? Coloplast is my brand.

I have been an avid customers of theirs for over 10 years, completely and 100% on my own. Even after trying out many products from other brands, large and small, I have always gone back to Coloplast, year after year after year, for over a decade.

Many of you, whether through a blog post, a Facebook message, or a face-to-face conversation have heard me say time and time again that I cannot talk about the specific ostomy products that I use. This has, thus far, been a calculated decision made by all of those involved in the creation of Uncover Ostomy.

Over 5 years ago, as we began putting together this unprecedented campaign full of half-naked pictures baring it all, we had an idea – an idea that we thought could help us fund the conversation changing effort we were building – we were going to ask for the support from one of “the big 3″ ostomy companies.

The idea was that, whichever of the big three ostomy companies joined us in our efforts of changing the conversation by providing a donation or sponsorship, would have theirs, and only their products, featured in the pictures we were taking for the new campaign.  Ie; I was going to wear their product, talk about their product, and show how to use their product.

Sadly, after tireless efforts, all 3 companies gave a resounding no.

This had never been done before. No one knew what the reaction would be. We had no data to support us. Most of all, no one knew if it would backfire.

We understood.

We also pressed on, undeterred by this unfortunate circumstance, and took pictures using products across the lines of the 3 different ostomy product companies. We built the campaign and have been bootstrapping it, ever since. With very little capital, it’s amazing how far we’ve come.

Despite being turned away, we knew that it wasn’t the end of potential sponsorship from one of the big 3. In an effort to keep the door open, we decided that I was not going to discuss the type of ostomy products that I use. This decision was made so that, just in case, an ostomy company did eventually want to sponsor us, I wouldn’t be ruining the opportunity by blurting out my chosen company.

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But you all wanted to know.

So, so, so many of you have sent messages – to me, to the Facebook page, through the blog comments, through the website contact form, through Twitter – that it just didn’t feel right to remain silent. This is such a major element of how I manage my ostomy that I knew I was going to have to open up.

However, instead of waiting around for any ostomy company to sponsor our campaign, I decided I needed to go after the ostomy company that I wanted to sponsor us - my brand. It had become abundantly clear that I couldn’t just bring in just any ostomy brand and announce that I used their products. It had to be real. It had to be the truth.

So I reached out to the brand that has been my brand for over 10 years.

As you’ve noticed – we rarely ask for money. Instead, we focus on asking you to share the campaign, talk positively about yours or the ostomy of someone you know, and we ask that you share.

The money, however, needs to come from somewhere else.

Coloplast joining on with Uncover Ostomy is the chance we need to take our campaign to the next level. Over the past 5 years, we’ve reached hundreds of thousands of unique visitors online, we’ve had hundreds of thousands of social media impressions, we’ve shared hundred of stories, and changed an unbelievable amount of lives.

We are also bursting at the seams, ready to grow. So far, we’ve had very little financial support to even think of expanding into the opportunities that are waiting for us.

Now, it’s time.

Before you start worrying about what’s going to happen now, let me be very clear – I have not sold out.

Over the course of the many meetings I’ve had with the Coloplast Global, US, and Canadian team members, they made sure that I knew that they didn’t want Uncover Ostomy to change at all. In fact, they were the ones to bring it up to me, before I even had a chance to demand it.

Going forward, I am still heading up all Uncover Ostomy efforts, the campaign focus is unchanged, and I am still going to blog (complain) about anything that is relevant to our mission.

The partnership with Coloplast focuses on something much greater than what it might seem like, on the surface. Yes, they are providing us money so that I can now talk about their products, but this money allows me to finally open up about the products that I really do use. Furthermore, I will not be talking about/blogging/speaking about any products from the Coloplast line that I do not use saying that I do, and I will not be talking about any products that I do not like. I would never do that, and they don’t want me to, either.

In an effort to be fully and completely transparent, I want you to know that any specific Coloplast sponsored post/event/marketing material that we put out will be clearly marked with their logo. You will always know when they are a part of the picture.

So, what does this all mean?

Simply put, partnering with Coloplast means that we will be able to build upon the mission of Uncover Ostomy. It will allow us to expand our community, highlight your personal stories, and tell the world exactly what ostomy surgery is – life saving.

That is just the beginning.

There are so many more ideas that both myself, Uncover Ostomy, and the Coloplast team have already brainstormed that are just waiting for us to do. This is the beginning of a great partnership. A partnership that will help us all.

I chose to work with Coloplast because they are my brand. They chose to work with Uncover Ostomy because they believe in us. 

We are ready to grow. I can see it, I can feel it. It’s time. This milestone is proof of just that.

To the next 5.

Vegan = Forever the Most Annoying Person in a Restaurant

Before you read, please be advised that I am not a doctor, a nutritionist, a nurse, or a fortune teller. I am merely expressing my own views and experiences, hoping to give you a new perspective on your life and your health. Before you make any monumental changes, please consult a physician.

It was about 3 years ago, now, when I decided to try something just for fun. I had just moved to New York City – a new country, a new apartment, a new life. It was scary.

What was scarier than my big move, however, was the fact that my stomach had been bothering me for months prior. I had gone to my gastroenterologist, and to my surprise, was informed that the stomach pain I was experiencing was in no way related to my Crohn’s Disease. He hadn’t the slightest idea why my stomach had been acting up.

Having been given a clean bill of health, supposedly, I made my move to start my life anew.

My new life began in my small 500sqft apartment, shared with a roommate. I knew her, but not well, and I wasn’t very into shmoozing much upon my arrival. I had already been given readings to do for my Master’s program, (the reason for my move,) so I spent a lot of time in my room, studying.

Background noise had always been imperative to my studies, so I immediately turned to Netflix. We had not yet gotten cable TV in our apartment (thank you Time Warner for your superb customer service), so for the first few weeks in NYC, I used the video streaming service as my study partner.

Scrolling through the choices (not as many back in 2011), I settled upon the documentary genre, focused on food. I had always been really into these types of movies (Super Size Me being one of my all-time faves), so I thought the available film list would suit my needs, perfectly.

A few days, and over 7 documentaries later, I was well-versed in the food producing ways of North America – It’s kind of gross… and the grossness got me thinking:

“Why not, just for fun, try being vegan. I mean, isn’t everyone in New York City vegan?”

So, I went grocery shopping and took the plunge, just for fun.

After a week of cutting out all meat, fish, milk, and eggs, the stomach problems I had been plagued with for months had suddenly all disappeared. I felt totally, unequivocally, 100% better.



Whether my stomach pain was, or wasn’t related to my Crohn’s, I will really never know. What I do know is that I suddenly felt better than I had felt in years.

Now, 3 years later, I am still that girl.

Yes, I am the girl in a restaurant who asks for the server to list me all of the ingredients – to ask the kitchen, if need be – comprised in a meal, to determine if I can eat it. Yes, I am the girl who needs you to ask the chef to prepare a special meal for me at your wedding. And, yes – I am the girl who can’t eat bacon.


Yeah, no one likes vegans. All they ever do is ask about food. “What’s in this? What’s in that?” It’s annoying, right?

Ok, first of all, I am not one of those vegans. (Not like there is anything wrong with them…) I mean, I’m not one of those “animals are people too” type vegans who care about animal rights and all that. I wear fur, I have leather purses, and I used to believe that it was ok to eat meat because the animals were already dead and they would be dying in vain if we didn’t eat them.

No, I’m vegan because I don’t believe in how most animal products are processed and filled with chemicals and I don’t want them in my body.  I am vegan because after accidentally trying it out, I realized I couldn’t turn back.

Though, I respect anyone who is vegan, no matter the reason, because it is damn hard.

Either way, - I have always been that girl. 

I never had a choice when it came to food selection- and many of you who suffer with the often debilitating Crohn’s and/or Colitis might know what I’m saying.

The first thing a GI doctor will tell you as soon as you’re diagnosed with Crohn’s or Colitis is that you immediately need to cut out a long list of different foods: nuts, seeds, certain fruits and veggies, popcorn…

Suddenly, you find yourself sifting through restaurant menus trying to find something that doesn’t have one of those things - and asking the server. Then, if you’re lucky, ending up with a meal that isn’t just soup broth.

For me, being sick with Crohn’s was what made it difficult to find food I could eat, more than being vegan ever has been.

No word of a lie, my mom used to PEEL STRAWBERRIES for me because they had seeds I couldn’t eat (a gem, right? love her.) I also used to have to sneak potato chips into a movie theatre because I couldn’t enjoy the buttery movie snack of the ages due to the hard kernels. I was also that girl who had to bring a dietary restriction list with her on school field trips.

I have pretty much always been that girl.

At least now, I can eat.

When my Crohn’s disease was at its climactic peak, I ended up not only cutting out certain foods, but I ended up cutting out all foods.

I went from a semi restricted diet, to a meal replacement shake only diet, to eventually nothing but a permanent IV in my arm as my source of nutrition because my intestines couldn’t handle any food at all.

They say that, after 3 years, your body will tell you whether or not you can handle such a tough diet. I am not going to lie, there have been a few struggles. I had to spend time learning what was considered vegan, researching protein substitutes, and experimenting with adjusting meals to fit my ostomy, (after all, even with an ostomy, I can’t eat every vegetable or every nut all the time.) But it has been worth it. Having had numerous blood tests to prove that my nutrition levels are healthy, having had more energy than I can ever remember having, and barely being sick at all (a random flare up that lasted less than a few months), I know that I made the right choice.

Will I remain this way forever? Maybe. Maybe not. All I know is that I want to eat however way my body needs me to, and right now that means being vegan. I will do anything not to end back in a hospital bed, in pain, with an IV drip in my arm.

So, to all those who think this:


I’ll save these delicious, vegan meals for myself.

And stay healthy.

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