It is called a enterocutaneous fistula. Now that it has a name, I am able better to deal with it. Not that it didn’t have a name—it did—I just didn’t know what it was called.
While this may sound strange to anyone who doesn’t have an ongoing medical condition—to those that may have experienced or are experiencing something similar, knowing someone else out there is going through the same should be comforting. I know it is for me.
I have my supplies provided for me and delivered to my home. I am so excited to finally feel nearly normal again, and know that I will be returning to work after the first of the year. I had considered trying going out on permanent disability, but decided against it. I’m too young, and now that I have an appliance, there isn’t any reason I can’t return to work.
But until I do return to work, I get to enjoy this week and next week off for my winter break. I can really enjoy Christmas and New Year’s. What I’m looking forward to most is seeing my daughter’s face and eyes light up as she takes down her stocking, and discovers what is inside—opening her many gifts from Santa (and us, as well).