We put a man on the moon.  We landed a probe on a comet traveling 84,000 miles an hour.  We can build a perfectly engineered pyramid 481 feet tall without the use of modern technology.  We can do all these things; however, we have yet to develop a better way to evacuate waste from a person via their stoma.  I have spent the last 18 hours dealing with fecal matter,  various bits of gauze, plastics and Vicodin.  The skin around around my stoma has been exposed to stomach acid.  The same kind of acid that can break down that barbecue dinner also works wonders on human flesh.  This, in turn, results in a constant, nagging pain.  This, in turn, creates an angry man.

I went to the Wound Care office at “my” hospital this morning, and we are trying yet another method to prevent leaking and irritation.  Hopefully, I can begin to heal.  Hopefully, the pain will dissipate.

Alright, negative stuff aside now.  If you are going through anything like what I am going throughout really helps to have a person or persons in your corner.  My family, friends and co-workers have been supportive; however, I’d like to take a moment to recognize and thank my wife, Leslie.  She has remained by my side, patient and positive.  I’d give her the moon if it was mine to give.