I don’t really know how to quickly recap the last 6 months. It has been slow, sore and miserable. Between Russell and I there has been roughly 1 MRI scan, 1 CT scan, 1 (failed)Colonoscopy, 1 Flexible Cystoscopy, 1 cancelled surgery, 2 Surgeries, countless blood tests, urine samples, a couple dozen X-rays and weekly physio appointments but here we both are… out of the tunnel, still together and very grateful for the NHS.
When we weren’t at hospital appointments – shout out to Ninewells and Forth Valley Royal Hospital – I was sat on the toilet, usually in tears, going through loo roll like we were made of money. It was not a fun time. In all honesty I had been feeling like shit (I am not one for swearing but there is no other word to describe it – sorry mum!) way before I made it known. I had been running on 30% for as long as I can remember but would put a smile on my face, go to work and grin through the pain. Yes, I am stubborn.
Now as the title suggests, some of me was surgically removed. Me… who is petrified of needles and blood had to get surgery. FANTASTIC. It was sprung on me last minute though so never had time to end up in panic. The docs went from surgery to no surgery, to radio silence to HELLO COME IN FOR SURGERY NEXT WEEK. Ah.
I had every right to be in tears all along.
Anyway, it is good news – my amazing surgeon, Mr Jabber, removed most of my large intestine, a wee bit of my small intestine and removed the abscess all in 2 hours. I was pretty out of it for the week after but I was on less pain meds after major surgery than dealing with my Crohn’s before so I was pretty positive. All was well minus a blocked catheter that made my bladder grow to the size of the moon. That was painful – this happened every 8 hours for 3 days! I NEED to apologize to the district nurses that had to deal with me then. I was not in a good mood/way/emotionally stable. If anyone ever comes at me with a catheter again, I am running for the hills.
And more good news…
Russell is the most positive person I know. He kept my spirits up even when dealing with his own shit (sorry again mum!) situation and second surgery. His surgery was cancelled, then rescheduled for 5 days after mine. Eeeek. Our flat resembled a pharmacy for a while; stocked with the good stuff. I wish I was as strong as him, he did it ALL with no tears and now back at work. AMAZING!!!
And to think this year wasn’t going to be about me – read this post (drama queen forEVER)!!!
I promise I will get round thanking everyone for their help eventually – sorry auntie B, I ate your ‘thank you’ macaroni pie! x