31 Jan This Makes 9
That’s the sound I awoke to from my cell phone at 6:30am.
“Good morning. Wishing you a Happy 9th Bagiversay! So proud of what you have accomplished.”
That was the message I received from my mother at 6:30am. What a sweetie.
Today is my 9th bday. My 9th anniversary of having a bag. 9 years ago today I was waking up groggy and in pain after surgery. 9 years ago today I got my ostomy.
As with every year over the past few years, I had forgotten, until my mother reminded me this early morning.
Why do I forget? Well, as I’ve said many times before, I forget because my ostomy is so much apart of me that I never remember to recognize it as a separate entity. I mean, do we remember to celebrate the anniversary of having an arm? ..Ok I guess we do when we celebrate birthdays, but you get my point. It’s part of me and it’s hard for me to remember that there was a day when I didn’t have it and a day when I did.
What am I doing to celebrate, you ask? Laundry.
Today is just like any other day.