NANCY WELCH
ARTICLES BY NANCY WELCH
Nancy Welch: The journey is over!
FEB 8, 2012
It has now been a little over a week since I had my surgery. My, what a difference a week makes.
On Monday, January 30, I had surgery to reverse my “pocketbook” done last June. It was great relief to know they would be able to do this surgery as well as relief when it actually worked! I guess the latter of those falls into the category of “ little faith.” None the less, I was glad when the plumbing did what the surgeon had assured me it would do.
Nancy Welch: The journey is nearing an end
JAN 29, 2012
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. I can see it now and there is no train coming this way! At least that is the way it looks today. I have been cleared for surgery on Monday, January 30, 2012, beginning at high noon. This surgery will be to reverse my “pocketbook,” otherwise known in the medical profession as an illeostomy. I had the original surgery in June and to say that I will be happy when this is over is probably a huge understatement.
During the last seven months, I have chatted with several people who have had either an illeostomy or a colostomy. All reports have been that the worst is over and that the reversal is not that bad. I have heard my surgeon say that, but he also told me that the test he “preformed” in his office would not be bad. He lied. I threw up three times before they wheeled me to a car in a wheel chair! Not that I don’t believe the doctor, but I do put more credence in what people say that have actually had this procedure! I am counting on them telling me the truth and they say it will not be bad.
Nancy's Journey
JUL 13, 2011
In my life, I have worn many labels: cheerleader, preacher’s daughter, sorority president, TV personality, college vice president, mediator, chairman of the board, author, elder, inn keeper, interior designer, cook, wife and mother, to name a few!
When the surgeon looked at me and said, “You have rectal cancer,” that was a label I was not prepared to wear. I thought to myself, “I have the Big C.” Cancer, just the word itself, felt like a death sentence. I had first-hand knowledge of this disease as my mother had died with cancer some 40 years ago. She had not had the same kind of cancer, but, at this point, cancer was cancer. My mind was racing from one image of cancer to another and I had not even left the doctor’s office. Three days earlier I had undergone a colonoscopy. Three polyps had been found: two were fine, but one was not.
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