tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195807535197447724.post979885419260341043..comments2023-11-05T07:06:59.936-05:00Comments on The Gutsy Generation: Happy DaysThe Gutsy Generationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17020028804333200653noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195807535197447724.post-46777601394544895882010-09-11T00:02:00.449-04:002010-09-11T00:02:00.449-04:00I didn't know what it meant to lose my colon w...I didn't know what it meant to lose my colon when I lost mine. I'm kind of glad I didn't. I now don't even really remember the days when I had a colon. I sometimes wish I still had one, and other days are beyond happy that I don't. Although they knew I wasn't nervous about my last surgery, as I requested the more serious of the two, and I joked by asking them to do some liposuction and make my scar fun. I believe zip zags was an option I gave them! haha!<br />Here are to the Happy Days, the days of change, the days of...well, I guess the days of not!<br />ColleenUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16354137013097118143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195807535197447724.post-70447961007573701122010-08-21T21:10:26.040-04:002010-08-21T21:10:26.040-04:00I hope everything is going well! I know what you m...I hope everything is going well! I know what you mean about not being nervous about losing the colon. I wasn't either! I even tried to make jokes to convince the doctors and my mom that I wasn't... but I don't think they believed me. Also, the doctors had no sense of humour pre-surgery. :-PKatherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00345509708667243504noreply@blogger.com