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4 Months Post Stomach Eviction

I can't believe it's been 4 months since surgery (and 101 days since being discharged!)


How has my life changed?


1. I lost 10 pounds. Gained 5. But I still look like I lost 10. I can still wear my work pants but with a braided belt as tight as it can go. And I now buy XXXSP shirts and dresses instead of XXSP :) I can probably  fit in 000P pants instead of 00P but trying to hold off :X
2. I eat better than I ever had before. This is because I don't suffer with reflux anymore
3. I am actually hungry now. I had to force myself to eat one meal before. I have several alarms throughout the day to remind myself to eat (I get busy at work!). I take in more calories now than I ever did before. I am also less cold because I take in more calories. HA.
4. Since my trip to the ICU (lung collapse on left lung, clot on right lung), I now give myself daily lovenox (blood thinning) injections. I continue this until September.
5. I have fewer dietary restrictions now than before complete stomach removal. I can eat pretty much everything. People warned me that I wouldn't be able to metabolize sugar well. This has luckily not been the case with drinks. So I can drink all the sweet tea I want ( as I say... get me out of the south but don't you dare take the south out of me! Ha!). I can even drink white chocolate mochas and eat ice cream. But candy? Hit or miss. Pastries? Can't do it anymore. Weird.
6. I don't know how I am nutrition wise. 2 months post of I was great. Have to wait to see on my 6m check up.
7. My hair is slowly falling out. I lose like 15 strands a day. I hope it stops!
8. I used to hate the rain. And cold.  But after being in the hospital for 3 weeks, all fresh air and weather is welcomed.


Some pics to go down memory lane:






I do not remember being in so much pain the first time around. I was practically in tears. But this was me when I first got to my room! (a private room!)






3 days post op, I began to desat. This was before my lung collapse and pulmonary embolism was detected. Of course, I had to go into distress in the middle of the night, forcing a John Malcovich look alike to save me (forcing him out of bed first, apparently). And insert a chest tube while I was awake because I couldn't be sedated. Worst moment of my life.




My sister took the above video after I finally got to sleep post chest tube insertion. I apparently took off my mask several times and said "just let me die!"-- my poor sister!!! I was so uncomfortable. The ICU bed mattress made me feel like I was sleeping on large logs. My back hurt . I could barely breathe. Blah.


I slowly began wasting away after this. Like, all my weight just melted off.


While feeding tubes aren't fun, they do work!!!  Pic 1 is right after ICU (when I hadn't really received any nutrition aside from fluids "infused with nutrients", pic 2 is a few days after discharge from hospital (when I was still NPO)

















I do not miss the damn thing. The stitches hurt me so much that as they pulled it made me wretch/dry heave.








I'm not me without a gross pic. My feeding tube started to push out and contents spewed all over me. I had to tape it up to hold it in for dear life.







Luckily I got it removed a couple days later






My first taste of something other than liquid contrast on my taste buds. Miso soup. Miso enjoyed it. :)




My lovely lovenox injection collection. Will dispose of them eventually... :X  (and correctly) The injections CLOSE BY A SPRING  once done.... NONE of these needles are exposed OK!?!?!?! Oliver does not go near them. They are stored above his ability to reach anyway.







Life is definitely better. I am enjoying food. Aside from extreme fatigue I almost feel like my pre-cancer self. I am glad I evicted my stomach. I know I will face challenges and setbacks as time goes on, and I will need constant maintenance, but I made the right choice.


I am grateful for all of you who are always there for me!! I am grateful for the best family, friends, coworkers, doctors, everyone.

Much love,



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