BY: DANIEL PETERSON
Last year Iyanla Vanzant felt so sick with the symptoms like the pain, dry heaves cramping, and nausea, “I discovered that one pouch in my colon had ruptured.” Vanzant said.
This type of rupturing is deadly, as toxins can penetrative into your bloodstream. She underwent surgery.
“My left ovary was in a position to absorb the toxins which were being released from the colon… I got ill since the ovary was overwhelmed, and the toxins were getting into my blood. I had a septic shock—which can kill you.” She said.
Two weeks after her surgery, Vanzant’s very dear friend also had his colon rupture while asleep and he died.
This is a common condition called ‘diverticulitis,’ where the colon develops some pouches—sometimes it is from the diet.
Doctors removed the ovary and 13 centimeters of her colon, then performed a colostomy (the procedure, which links the colon to the abdomen surface and, which creates a new path for gas and waste to leave the body). I had to put on a colostomy bag—which collects your bodily wastes and which you have to change out.
But this entire experience imparted Vanzant with valuable life lessons.
“When they told me that I was going to wear a colostomy bag, a real diva like myself wasn’t happy about pooping in a bag placed on the side of my belly. But I recalled a very important lesson that I learned when I buried my daughter—which is that ‘you can do ¬anything for just a little while if it is going to make you better.’”
She advised “As Black women, we sometimes complain and fail to be grateful and affirm, because we do not like discomfort. Understand that the blessing is on the other side. And anything that takes you out of your comfort zone is often preparing you for better. I wore that bag for 111-days. But In October it was removed, and my intestines were reconnected.”
She shares what keeps her going:
“Anytime you undergo an invasive operation and remove any portion of what God gave you; it is a challenge. I now understand that my first responsibility each morning is to contact God that I serve—to get the instructions on how to serve.” She adds.
“I am at an age in my elderhood where we are expected just to fall apart. Getting older is necessary, but falling apart isn’t a requirement. I have lived my life faithfully every day, knowing that whatever the day brings me, it is for a higher purpose. We are not in control of anything. So when you get down to matters of life and death, there is something grander and greater than us going on.” Says the courageous mom.
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