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The lump in my throat was becoming more obvious to me, but I wasn”t ready to spew forth this truly shitty news just yet, so I just told mom I had to change first and I”d tell her what happened.
Something about seeing my poor, young face in that changing room mirror brought me down from the clouds of denial.
I was planning to write an update much, much later, as an attempt to wallow in denial and preserve sanity, but since it”s been about 8 months already and I”m laid up and bored out of my mind, I figure now”s as good a time as any to tackle this.
Oh right, I have to tell my amazing, supportive, been through hell-and-back mother that once again, something is wrong with her baby.When I got cleaned up and passed the waiting room on my way into the changing room, I was starting to feel again.