I'm on desert food binge. Yesterday was a bit overwhelming for me. Getting scared for the final news of my colon cancer and getting tired of my new life with a stoma. I have to open it up every time I fart (from my stomach) as it blows up my stoma like a balloon. I get the whiff right up my nose ... disgusting. Yesterday, I cried in one of my friends arms and it helped. PTSD is worse than this cancer and stoma. There are no nightmares, no flashbacks, no dissociation ... just adaptation. I know I'm adjusting. Thank you for listening.