I won’t be back after all

Yesterday I found myself being schooled by a world renown rheumatologist in not looking back – amongst other things. I’ve had the good fortune of crossing paths with this amazing man several times in recent weeks and he has chosen to spend unhurried time with me to work with me on finding solutions. I’m really…

Heart Manchester

Once again we’re reeling from a sickening and nefarious act of terror on our country. My heart aches for everyone involved. I am in no doubt that the ripple of devastation will be deeply and widely felt. I’ve written recently about living with trauma and like me many others were also impacted by those particular…

Peeling the Onion

It’s Mental Health Awareness Week 2017 so I’ve chosen to write in the spirit of raising awareness of hidden mental health issues. A little known fact is that I have had post traumatic stress disorder since I was 19. I wasn’t diagnosed until several years later when things that I was doing and were happening to…

The Turning Point

I’ve written before how life stopped on Christmas Day 2015. It was in an instant or so it felt. When I look back for the ‘moment’, that’s it. It doesn’t matter about the months prior when I was so obviously, yet not obviously, coming out of remission. Christmas Day it was there in all its…

Who am I? – A life rebooted

Who am I? A question I’ve been grappling with for the last few weeks and it’s really been getting into my head. Life as it was came to a standstill just before Christmas 2015 with a severe flare of pan colitis. In October 2016 I had a sub-total colectomy and ileostomy. Who we are or…

Black Dog – Down

I spend a lot of time alone and for the large part I’m pretty good at it. I like my own space, perhaps a little too much. But sometimes that alone time can creep into lonely without me even realising. Social interaction is vital for us all I guess. For me it certainly is and…

Why surgery?

People arrive at having an ostomy in such a variety of ways, each having their own unique story. Recently I’ve been fortunate to spend time in the company of a group of people all of whom have an ostomy and we are all so different, yet also have this one thing in common. There is nothing…