the waiting...

I remember trying to imagine what it would be like, how it would feel. I tried to rationalize every thought and give myself answers that no one could answer.

Would I be in a lot of pain? (horrific, but, it will pass - unlike the 6 months of agony)

Would the pouch be noticeable, will it smell? (NO!)

Would my other organs miss my large intestine? (we will never know)

Would my small intestine revolt and cause mutiny when it realizes it has been cut of from it's bigger sibling? (hopefully not - but mediators will be on hand if needed)

Everyone tried to console me - tried to give me a comforting word but my mind was elsewhere. I was trying to think PAST the day, think of the wedding - think of running - think of all the amazing things I had missed out on. The simple things of being able to get my nails done or take a shower by myself.

We all waited in anticipation...

..thank god for brickbreaker and blackberries.