The colon stump has been messaging the brain. It thinks there is still a connection with the digestive system, and it believes it has work to do. But it’s just a wee stump. No job. Retired. Maybe a little gas escapes that way, just for old time’s sake. But the ostomy has taken over.
If I lost a toe, I might perceive the toe. Similarly, the absent colon is calling from beyond.
There is “organ” music, and I hear “The phantom of the colon is there, inside my mind.”
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Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.
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