Desperate Times call for Desperate Measures

I am currently waiting on the public system for surgery. Twice I have been booked in, firstly on 12th April, then again 21st June 2022, only to be bumped, with still no date in sight.

I need a colostomy, which means I will have a "front bum" out my belly, with a bag to catch the output from the remains of my large intestine. Everything south of the descending colon will be removed.

I first requested a referral to talk to a surgeon in June 2021, but that referral never happened so it wasn't until November that I finally got to talk to one. Then a plan was made for investigations, so he would know what was what when the surgery commenced, and I finally got to talk to him again in March 2022, and the action plan was made. Since being bumped twice, and my fortitude has taken quite a hit.

What's my life like? As well as being tied to the toilet, I get low grade fevers most days. I have lots of ideas but no energy to enact them. I have lots of sh*t jokes.

Depending on friends and family for emotional support has been crucial to my survival. Unfortunately for them, they have become accustomed to me bursting into tears and saying outrageous things like "Beam me up Scottie", and other such similar statements.

If you are in a position to assist financially, I need to raise $25,000 for private surgery. And you can check out my seriously out-of-date website www.midwife.kiwi as to who I am and what I used to do.