How losing 5 feet of small intestine changed my life

Chapter 7

Darnell, Tony, and I in Baltimore

I don’t really remember much when I woke up from the anesthesia.

I think the first thing I did was look down at my stomach.

I laid my fingers across what felt like baseball stitches descending down two inches from my belly button.

‘That’s not supposed to be there,’ I thought.

It was only later I’d find out that they took out five feet of my small intestine instead of one.

It was worse than they thought.