April 16, 2004 I went into the hospital for a Laporoscopy. The surgeon nicked my bowel. Admitted to me and my husband that he had hit the bowel but said he only bruised it and I would experience some swelling and bruising so I was sent home. So the next day when the swelling and bruising started I wasn't concerned, but then I started getting really weak and couldn't eat or drink I was just managing little sips of water. This occured on a weekend. by Tuesday I was in bad shape so my husband called the surgeon and he said to bring me into his office and when I got there I was ushered in to back. I was so swollen I was holding my stomache up! A lady in his office commented that I must be in labour! The surgeon was and OB/GYN. He examined me and gave me a prescription for Tylonel 3 and an antibiotic plus he marked the bruising on my stomache and told my husband if the blackness goes above the pen mark take me to the emerg and sent me home. The next day I was weaker still and I said to my husband I have to go to the hospital I feel like the life is draining out of me!(Didn't know at the time it was)So he called 911 and just by stroke of luck and the good Lord my local hospital was on redirect and I was sent to another town and there began my whirl wind! The ER doctor could not beleive that a surgeon had seen me less than 24 hrs earlier and sent me home. To make a very long story short. My bowel was severed and I was septic at this point and required life saving surgery! I ended up in critical care on a resperator and my family was told I might not survive and the next 48 hours were critical. I lost a portion of my abdomin and was hooked up to machine called a KCI Vac which heals your wound from the inside out because they could not close the wound it was 9 inches by 8 inches and 4 inches deep! I stayed in critical care for 3 weeks then was moved to a private room where I stayed for 6 weeks for a totoal of 9 weeks in hospital! I went through a living HELL! The dressing changes were so painful I was given Morphine and another drug I can't spell the word just to take the edge off. If you are not familar with the KCI vac its a sponge that is inserted into the would and then sealed with a plastic drape and there is a tube that connects to it and the tube is connected to the vac system which basically vacum seals the wound so when it was time for this to come out and be changed (everyday in the begining) it was very painful cause it would be stuck to the open wound. Then I developed a fistula in the bowel and it would drain bile sometimes when this started happenign I was taken of the vac and they had to use conventional dressing of packing and tape it, well there were days the bile would poor so bad my stomache would be burned and blistered! I had to wait 6 months before they could repair the fistula which meant I had to have home care and dressing changes everyday once I was released from hospital. So in November of 2004 I went to yet another hospital and had another bowel repair done and then I still had home care and dressing changes until the middle of January 2005. The pain and suffering I have went through this past year has been at times unbearable! I am left with a huge scar and a portion of my abdomin is still gone and I will require reconstructive surgery to remove the scaring and give me a belly button. I have always battled with my weight but now with this I cannot lose any weight at all. I am supposed to lose at least 40 lbs before my reconstructive surgery but I can't. Its only been this past month I will sleep next to my husband without any clothes on. Up untill then I couldn't even have sex with him without keeping my nightie on. He has been wonderful through this and supports me and tries to make me feel loved and tells me I am beautiful but I don't believe him because I have convinced myself that there is noway any man would want me or find me attractive with being overweight and having this deformatity. There is so much more to my story but it would takes days to tell it. I don't know where to turn or what to do. I tried going to see a Psychiatrist but I didn't feel comfortable. I have always been a very strong person and to me it was like admitting I couldn't cope. I never went back and have been trying to deal with this on my own. Is there anyone else who can relate to my story??