How quickly time flies.
Already it has been five months since my last entry.
To be honest, I didn't write for a very long time mostly because I felt I had nothing to write. The month after my last entry was probably the least inspired month I've had in a very long time. I didn't do much at all except exist. I was tired of being the girl who had surgery, of constantly having to tell people how my eating was going. I am a person who defines myself very much by what I do, and I felt very lost just being the girl without a stomach.
Since then, my life has completely turned around in the best way possible. I moved away from home for the summer, working in a lab that studies HIV at Dartmouth College, with a mentor who is also probably one of my best friends. I roadtripped from New Hampshire to Boston, New York, Montreal, seeing old faces and new, including a No Stomach for Cancer cookout in July on the Cape. I made the decision to do my MD/PhD (eventually) at the University of Washington, and hope to do my PhD there with one of the coolest people ever (who just so happened to discover the breast and ovarian cancer causing gene, BRCA1). I then moved across the pond to a quaint college town with some more of the coolest people ever, studying something I love-- music.
So in short, life is treating me very well at the moment.
It's not perfect--life never is-- but it's about as good as I could ask for it to be. For the most part, I feel normal. I eat, I drink, I play. There are the days when something doesn't sit quite so well in my small intestine, but for all that I have ahead of me, it's worth it. I've learned what dumping syndrome feels like now. I've learned that taking a shot of hard liquor is probably not a good idea. Most importantly, I'm learning how to live life in the richest and fullest way possible, and all without a stomach.
I have many more thoughts to share, and this blog will probably turn into something not directly about HDGC or CDH1, but just about my life without a stomach.
For now, I'll leave you with this. I had the feeling before my surgery that that day--March 21, 2012-- would be the first day of the rest of my life. Finally, I feel like the rest of my life is here.