Back in September, I was sitting having dinner with my parents and Heather and Jack when all of the sudden, I had this immense pain in the lower part of my stomach – like so intense I thought I might pass out. Trying not to make a big deal out of it and upset everyone, I just tried to ignore it. On the way home, I asked Heather to drive – which was the real indication I was in pain… I don’t EVER let her drive. She kept trying to get me to go to the hospital, but I refused. Our ER copay is crazy expensive and I figured I’d just go to my regular doctor the next day. Well, the next morning, a trip to my general practitioner and a CT scan later, I found that I had severe diverticulitis and one of the diverticula had abscessed and ruptured. That was the pain at dinner. I was immediately admitted to the hospital and spent 8 days being pumped with antibiotics and pain meds. They put in a PICC line for nutrition and kept me from eating or drinking anything. Things eventually got better and I was released, only two have two relapses between the end of September and December. Long story short, last week, I went in to have about 16 inches of my large intestine removed to prevent this from happening continually. All of the diverticular were within that span, so I should be good to go now. The doctor says the chance of having issues with diverticulitis again are about 2 to 4%, so I’d say those are pretty good odds. Recovery is going well, and I’m feeling like myself more and more every day! Like those chickens at my grandparents, I just needed a little help.
I seriously can’t thank y’all enough for the comments, posts, emails, calls, and messages. I think there were more than 1,000 in one day. Y’all just don’t know how much it means to me. The morning of the surgery had me super nervous, but reading those on the way to the hospital gave me the most amazing peace about it all. I love and appr...