A Necessary Evil.

When my gastroenterologist said she needed to stick tubes down my throat and up my butt, I wasn’t exactly overjoyed. Over the years I haven’t had a good relationship with scopes. I’ve had:  1 colonoscopy; where they look at the whole colon.  Countless sigmoidoscopies. This is a mini-colonoscopy, where the doctors look at the left part […]

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My MRI Experience.

For those who don’t know, I’m undergoing investigation into a severe iron deficiency. For some reason my body has suddenly decided to call in a sicky and stop working as well as it was. I was seeing a haematologist for iron infusions, but he has passed me onto to my gastroenterologist for more tests to […]

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Joining The Rat Race.

Some people look at the glistening buildings of Canary Wharf, or the hustle and bustle of soho with the hope of joining the thousands of people who pace in and out each day.  And I suppose I was one of them.  From as young as I can remember going to London was pretty regular, and […]

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Hindsight is a Wonderful Thing.

  My army of doctors are amazing. I’m looked after by a surgeon and all the minions who follow him; as well as specialist stoma nurses and a gastroenterologist. But hindsight is a wonderful thing, and there have been a few details I feel I wasn’t properly informed on. This isn’t to say my troop […]

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Fertility, Pregnancy, IBD and Surgery  

I’m not a doctor but I am a woman and I feel this is something that goes beyond the doctors office. Before IBD and surgery I didn’t really see children in my life plan. I preferred the idea of sitting on a beach in the south coast of France with a glass of wine, rather […]

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Come Fly With Me.

I’ve always loved flying. I love getting to the airport at silly-o-clock; going through security and the hubbub of duty free to look at the discounted booze, and soak yourself in perfume. I love the craziness of boarding the plane and watching everyone turn into ants as we climb thousands of feet in the air. […]

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Let’s Get Sweaty!

*Firstly, I’m not a PT or a doctor, so if you try any of these workouts [see bottom of the page], be careful and remember this works for me, but might not for others. This blog is to instil some confidence that you can workout with an ostomy bag* Before I was diagnosed with IBD […]

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Pooing Into A Bag Isn’t Always That Glam!

Let’s be real for a second… Having a stoma isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. I’m a firm believer in being real; with myself and those I share my story with. There’s an abundance of ‘positivity’ all over social media, and we see so many posts with ‘good vibes only’ or ‘just be positive’ attached to them, […]

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