July 15, 2018: A little less than three weeks ago I had a type of surgery known as a colectomy, a procedure where a portion of the colon is surgically removed. The background of the story goes like this: Because of pain I was having whenever I tried to eat, I haven’t been able to eat solid foods since October, 2017. After eight months of hoping the problem would heal itself, I was finally forced to give up that hope when it became apparent that surgery was the only hope for a relatively normal life.
“I’m going to have to resect the colon.”
In late June, 2018, I had to have a colectomy surgery, which is also known as a colon resection. Here’s a diary of my experience.
Continuing along with my great diverticulitis adventure (or, “How I spent the Spring of 2015“), yesterday I took another trip to the ER, had another CT scan, and to my great surprise I found out that I don’t have diverticulitis, but instead I have something called Epiploic appendagitis: