Cop with an ostomy

As a police officer with an ostomy, life has been fairly easy. I am fortunate to be surrounded by people who support me and my dreams. As well as accept me for who I am and not what I am. In this article, I want to share with you the story of how I got this ostomy as well as what it is like working as a cop with an ostomy. Believe it or not, it is easier than you may think. I love what I do, and I would not want to change it for anything except not working, of course. 

I’ll do my best to leave the gross details out. One day when I was on a routine patrol through the city, I received a call from dispatch that there was domestic abuse, possibly physical abuse, call that needed to be addressed. I responded immediately that I was on my way. It was no more than a few minutes from where I was at. I flicked on my lights and rushed once dispatch came on and said there was a gun on the scene. When I got there, I walked up to the front door cautiously and knocked. A woman answered the door, only showing half her face, and barely had the door open. She said it was nothing more than a mistake, and there was nothing to worry about. I talked with her for a few minutes before there was a scream that came from the house. Immediately I asked what that was, again she said it was nothing, just her kids playing. 

I forced my way in once I heard a yell for help. I got a look at the woman, and she had a black eye as well as many many bruises covering her body. I said in a firm voice, who did this to you. She told me her husband, and she has her child hostage. I rushed to where the man was, and as soon as I rounded the corner, I caught three bullets to the chest. I was able to return fire and got a hit on the man. We both collapsed. The next thing I knew, I was in the emergency room being prepped for an emergency colostomy procedure. One of the bullets had torn through my vest, and it ate up my large intestine to the point that it was useless. I gave them the go-ahead, and the next thing I know, I was in the recovery room. 

After a few days, I was released. I spent some additional time at home recovering from my procedure and shootout. Going back to work was easier than expected. I do not have many problems with my ostomy pouch regarding work. It does restrict my ability to lean to the left, but I still manage. My vest was custom-made to support my ostomy bag and stoma. If it were not, then I would not be able to wear a vest, thus putting my life in danger. 

As a cop who has an ostomy, life is fairly easy. I do not have many problems with my ostomy bag at work. I do have some movements that are restricted, but I manage. I am glad to have coworkers who support and watch out for me. There is a rumor that they are throwing me a party on the one-year anniversary of the shooting that resulted in my situation.