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This anniversary morning came and we took no notice. The iphone reminded us: three years ago today, I dropped him off at Cedar Sinai hospital in Beverly Hills, California, where a surgeon would remove all 5 feet of his large intestine. Life without a colon is not something you can imagine or prepare for. Forget…
It’s been two years. I actually don’t remember many of the details now. I dropped him off and waited for the hospital to call me. When they did, about nine hours later, they informed me that the total colectomy procedure had gone well. When I saw my husband in the recovery ward, he was enjoying…
“I see no better option than surgery“, the gastro-enterologist said as we reviewed my husband’s colonoscopy results. It’s been a year. A year since that appointment. A year since the first surgery. We flew to Los Angeles in October 2015 and one of us came back home without a colon. Just like that. So easy…
It started 18 months ago. January 13th 2015, 2 days before my husband’s birthday. He was scheduled for his yearly colonoscopy. Ulcerative Colitis is a condition that he’d suffered from since he was a teenager but had remained nameless most of his life. With the right medications, everything was under control and had been for…
“I, Sarah, take you, Burton, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” The priest standing before us had such a thick Irish accent I had to fully concentrate as…