Having an Ostomy is a Love/Hate Relationship…
I’m so excited to have a post by a truly inspiring artist. I’m a big fan of humor to get through difficulties, as well as accentuate the better times. Once I spotted these cartoons on my twitter feed, I couldn’t get enough. Creativity is the best way to connect with the person under all of life’s various twists and turns. You can see the awesome person “behind the bird” at his own site. Thanks – what a hoot! (sorry, couldn’t resist)
Having an Ostomy Gives you the Truth, and Truth Sets You Free!
By Matthew Paul Mewhorter, AKA: Cancer Owl
Life definitely looks different when you crap from your belly.
About 12 years ago, when my wife and I were still college-aged and planning to marry, we had a running joke that neither of us ever pooped. It was a joke, but it was also a clever way to keep the rosy courtship going full steam. And of course, a year into marriage and several stinky bathrooms later, my wife ditched our clever joke and embraced the idea that she poops, poops often, and does it well. I, on the other hand, kept this joke running way, way too long. Not that anyone believed me, especially when I started growing a tumor in my butt and I couldn’t seem to stop making duck sounds.
So, after I was diagnosed with colorectal cancer last year, and had all kinds of doctors and robots in my butt and talking non-stop about my butt and bowel movements, I had to face the dirty truth about myself: I’m human like everyone else.
And the truth did indeed come after my resection surgey, when I was given an ostomy bag. Now there was no way I could joke about not pooping, when my wife was scrubbing it off the kitchen floor when a bag exploded open.
But the funniest thing happened, though: my wife kept telling me how sexy I was. She said the bag made me sexier, because it means I’ve survived cancer and have something to show for it. She wrapped her arms around me and my bag, while my stoma belched loudly. She kissed me like it was our wedding night.
There’s something attractive about honesty, and having an ostomy bag will definitely keep you honest. And this honesty led me to create cancerowl.com, a webcomic where I share my life with cancer and ostomy and draw myself as an owl. And so far, I’ve had so many people telling me how this comic has touched their lives.
The truth can be sexy sometimes. I could get used to this.