I turned the Big 30 this year. I actually enjoyed it and am embracing my new age. These types of birthdays really make you reflect on your life. Things you've done, haven't done, yet to do... wished you hadn't. I feel content with our little life. A wonderful husband, 2 amazing little people we made, 2 feline friends, a tail wagging dog and our first home. Sure we haven't seen the world but my world is right here and that's the way I like it.
I also realised that it's been 20 years since my diagnosis. Holy Cow.
I realise how lucky I've been with my treatment up until now and the fact that I haven't had any surgery. But after my recent week in hospital I'll now be heading under the knife for a bowel resection. That week in was hard. I felt shit and looked it. My best friend told me so on one of her visits. I know I can rely on her to be honest. Hardest though was to be away from my family and still breastfeeding, so I was pumping to keep up my supply. I felt like a drug dealer. Nick would bring an inconspicuous esky each day and smuggle my ziplocked bags of milk out!
After consuming enough Buscapan to sink a small ship in the space of an hour, an MRE scan has shown that there are new areas of disease and lesions in the bowel that are causing a lot of my pain and discomfort.
After another course of Prednisone and consultation with the Gastro Surgeon, I will soon be saying farewell to my small bowel. He has told me I won't really miss it. So if it means quality time with my family and a lot less pain then I am ready for it to happen.
For now I am resting and continuing to lower my dosage in order to have a great recovery, as Prednisone increases the chance of leaking and infection from the surgery.
And now I say good night! x
