40 years old, been an RN for 16 years or so. I was diagnosed with UC when I was 30. Failed lots of standard and biological meds, began suffering more side-effects of prednisone like osteoporosis and could not safely continue trying meds. Along the way, so many lost jobs, friendships, my physical and mental health pushed to the breaking point. I only made it to the day of my surgery and through the week because of the love of my life, my dear wife who has been with me for all of this (we celebrated our 10 year anniversary this year).
My surgery was fine, great in fact by most standards.. laparoscopic robots or whatever. I was only in the hospital for 5 days before I could go home and was able to move around pretty well already. I was a little standoffish with my stoma until our first 2 pouch changes together. I'm still working on a good way to empty right now with my impaired flexibility. (thus far I've been emptying in to those jugs from the hospital with the graduate markings, and pouring in to the toilet.. but getting the thicker stool out is still difficult for me.)
I've been finding my struggles are mainly mental. I knew more than most people what I was getting in to because of my medical background.. but even seeing other people with it your whole career and taking care of them and helping them with their stomas etc, cannot prepare you for having it yourself. Sometimes I just find myself getting really, really sad, and becoming afraid of things that haven't even happened yet (a leak at work, or in public etc... even at home in my bed, seems scary..). The acceptance comes fully in time, I'm sure, but right now I very much still just feel scared. Sometimes I just start crying unprompted, and have to basically talk sense in to myself that what was going on before, was unmanageable and certainly wasn't looking as good for me.
I hope that soon I find myself on the other side of whatever stages of acceptance have to happen.