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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Everyday Baggage.

I’m always asked if my life has changed since surgery and I immediately think: “No, it hasn’t changed at all…’’ But that’s definitely fake news; I’m missing 5 feet of intestines!  Pre-Bag the only memories I have are shrouded in a dark cloud of pain and discomfort; so living with my ostomy is leaps and […]

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The Impossible Decision.

How do you make a decision that decides the rest of your life? An impossible decision. I’m now over a year post-op (time flies when your life isn’t controlled by a toxic mega-colon) and I’m at the stage when my surgeon is hovering over that scalpel again. My first surgery was a subtotal colectomy that […]

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Let’s​ Get Personal.

Before I delve into this… Mum, Dad or any of my family, please don’t read any further, I’m not sure I can handle the awkwardness over the dinner table…  One of the most common questions I get is ‘can you still have sex?’ and I find this is a weird question. Last I checked, your […]

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University As An Ostomate.

At university, you’re either drunk or hungover (there is no in-between). For some it’s the first time living away from mum and dad. It’s your first time attempting to do a food shop; the main staple being a kilo bag of pasta of course! Oh, and you’ll be horrified at the fact you have to […]

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