I think I can...I think I can...

As many of my friends will tell you, I'm not a fan of public transportation. I live a stone throw away from one of the city's metra lines but have never ridden. Part of the reason I don't like relying on planes, trains, and buses is because of my condition (but hopefully this will change after the surgery.)  The only train you could possibly ever find under my Facebook interests is one from a childhood narrative, the little blue engine.

Seriously - how can you not love a story about optimism and hard work? According to Wikipedia, the story was written around 1906 and since then it has "choo-choo'd" slowly but surely into the hearts of generations to come, including mine. 

In previous posts, I have often described this disease as fighting a battle, but in the past six months it's been more like trying to push a train up a high mountain to achieve better health. The ileostomy I'm about to have tomorrow is like the little blue engine and we're almost to the top!

So large intestine, colon, and rectum...it's been fun but we're done. I've got places to go and people to see and you're not holding me back. I think I can...I think I can...WAIT...I know I can have a better quality of life without you. Proceed to the nearest exit.

Thanks to all for your prayers and support because they have also been the little blue engines to get me through. Full steam ahead!