• Stoma Life – YEAR FOUR

    What I’ve Learnt and Achieve in the Last Twelve Months with my Ostomy Year Four with Priscilla has been quiet, compared to other years. She settled down into a new routine after proctectomy surgery and wound day surgery. She even remained calm when I came off my medication and we came into 2020. Then COVID happened […]

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  • The Perfect Storm

    Inspired by writingfortheloveofit – Perfect Storm which can be found here. “Have you ever thought about your life as the perfect storm? Let’s think about it for a moment. A “perfect storm” describes an event where a rare combination of circumstances aggravate a situation drastically. (Wikipedia) Has there ever been a time or times in your […]

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  • The Mental Struggles of Chronic Illness

    I’ve thrown alot of curve balls lately. So many. Too many to count. I secretly thought this lock down malarkey was going to be a breeze – in simple terms, being at home for months on end, I’ve done that before! – but no. My disease was cackling in the background, just taunting me. With […]

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  • Fibre with IBD

    Hands up who has been on the low residue diet in the months after diagnosis or surgery? There would be very few people with their hands down because it has become the go to diet for those suffering from active inflammation of their condition. Rightly so too; imagine the red, irritated and painful lining of […]

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  • Life Lately | Lockdown Update

    There is something else to be said about trusting your guts… I think if I trusted mine, I would be in serious trouble. But if you look at abit further, a little deeper, there is some truth. My guts are a barometer of pain and of my condition. They let me know when something is […]

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  • Growing Through your Diagnosis

    What’s nice about being an adult and living with IBD is making all your own medical decisions.  I remember sitting in my hospital bed and being given my morning medication and being told to take it right then and there.  I was 23 years old.  I wasn’t a child but I was a newly diagnosed […]

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