Hey all it's been a while, but I thought I'd drop by the site again since it's one of the only places where I feel comfortable talking about life with a JPouch.
So I had my takedown in May 2012 and now I guess I'm doing pretty well. I was lucky enough to not have too many issues with the JPouch after a short adjustment period. Well to completely honest, it's hard to think that life itself after receiving a JPouch consists of only a small adjustment. In truth, it has been and will always be an incredibly large adjustment. Anyway, I have returned back to college in DC for the Fall semester of my junior year. For the past 12 months, whether I laid in a hospital bed or my own, I kept telling myself that this was where I belonged. I thought that coming back to college and getting my life back on track was what would make me happy again. While it has and still does make me feel a bit better, the sad truth of the matter is that I am not so happy.
I realized over the past few days and nights that although I'm technically "back on track" with my life plans, I'm absolutely terrified about it! Its starting to hit me that I'm really on my own again. It's so hard to think that after 18 months of depending on my parents and brother for everything, I'm really alone again. I have so many emotions exploding throughout my head about my past hardship, my present situation, and my uncertain future. I'm appreciative of my new life, but sometimes it's so frustrating dealing with a JPouch. I'm sure most of you can imagine how hard it is being a college student and having a JPouch. It's hard enough as a student with weekly classes, labs, homework, and papers. Add a JPouch to that equation and it becomes exceedingly overwhelming.
I've only been away from home for 1 week yet it feels like 1 month already. I should be studying organic chemistry or genetics, but all I can really think about is the question how can I possibly be independent, successful, and happy living the rest of my life with a handicap? Yes i said handicap. Normal people look at us Jpouchers or even IBDers and usually can't tell anything is wrong or different about us. But you and I both know that there is quite a lot that IS different about us. The average person doesn't need to be consciously and subconsciously thinking about where the bathroom is at all times. We pouchers and IBDers do. The average person doesn't need to worry about what to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We pouchers and IDBers do. The list could go on and on, but I don't need to remind you of that. The point is that we ARE different and that living with a JPouch and or IBD is no easy feat.
Being around so many enthusiastic and healthy young adults and teenagers is taking its toll on my psyche. In one week, I've managed to embarrass myself or make it awkward multiple times by telling other students that I just met that I have no colon. I'm beginning to think nobody my age and in school will truly understand. I'm worried that I won't make any more friends in college and also that I won't be able to go out and enjoy my 20's. I can't imagine any member of the opposite sex that would be attracted to me now. And most of all, I'm confused about my life. Before I got sick, I had a plan. I knew that I wanted to become a doctor and help others. I had tremendous drive and mental fortitude. Now, all I do is flip flop the thoughts in my head. I'm not so sure that I have what it takes to still become a doctor and achieve my goals. I have little self confidence and low self esteem. I guess my main point is- I'm terrified about my future. I wonder whether I'll be able to endure the rigors and demands of 2 more years of college along with an additional 4 years in medical school, 2-5 years of residency, and possibly a post-residency fellowship. I wonder where I'll be living and if I'll have a support group of friends or coworkers to lean on in times of need. I wonder about my stress levels and whether they might induce problems with my JPouch at any time in the future. I can't help but wonder about all these things, and whether or not I might just be better off finding some other type of career that is less stressful and that I can still enjoy doing while being comfortable. With so many uncertainties there are only a few things in my life that are certain: I miss my parents, my twin brother, my dog, and above all- my old life.
If you're still reading this I thank you for taking the time to read and listen to my rant. I appreciate it very much, and I'm open to any and all comments or advice.
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