In a nutshell, I'm not a nut.

Mon, 08/17/2015 - 13:50 -- schu11

In a nutshell, I'm not a nut

At age 22, I lost half my gut.

Crohn's Disase was diagnosed so,

the surgeon snipped, clipped, and cut...

 

Stella, i named what was left.

She's a pretty,

-itty-bitty, pink,

ileostomy.

Loud, round, and moist she is,

protruding from my abdomen.

 

Without her, I would not be me--

a SURVIVOR!!! with Crohn's Disease!

She's stuck on me 'till death do us part,

WE're a masterful surgeon's piece of art.

 

Together, we live in near harmony.

We're two on a team,

lean, supreme,

and hard to beat.

Thankful and strong we have grown,

and always aware we are not alone.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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