In June 2015, I officially tied the knot. As I look back on my wedding photos, I see joy in my eyes, love beaming off my husband’s face, and my beautiful gown, which was big enough to cover the two ostomy bags attached to my body. My ostomy bags are my last reminders of one night that left my world forever changed, the day I became — as my surgeons fondly call me — a “surgical disaster."
