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Being an Ostomate

I promise you, it gets easier It’s not easy having a colostomy bag. Adapting to new changes. A whole new way of living. No one can tell you that it’s going to be easy. It’s not easy even for the strongest person. But I promise you, it will get easier! You will get used to it and you will be braver as time goes on. People will ask you questions. Lots of them. Some of them will be awkward “but what about your bum, don’t you poo out there anymore?” Others

When you have to live your day-to-day life with an Ostomy, you jump for joy at the thought of ANYTHING that makes your day a little bit easier. Most people don’t have ostomies, most people don’t know what that means but for those of us that do know, we know that it can feel degrading to have to get that up close and personal with your body waste. You become all too familiar with your poop and really, you’d give anything (at least I know I would have) to not

It’s a weird thing when you feel like you’re lying at the bottom of a pit of despair and then suddenly out of no where, you get an email telling you that you’re inspirational and deserve this amazing T-shirt just for being awesome. I guess it’s hard to believe nice things about yourself. In fact, even writing this feels like I’m patting myself on the back. I’m not. In these pictures, which were taken MONTHS ago, I was feeling like death. If you look under my eyes you can see

The last few weeks have been really tough. My surgery went amazingly (Read about that here) well and a week after being sent home from the hospital I went for a check up and my surgeon happily reported that everything was perfect and it’s all over. I smiled all the right smiles but in my heart, I knew that if something seemed too good to be true, well then, it probably is. Sadly I was right. From right after surgery, I’d had a sharp pain just to the right of

My stoma was never meant to be permanent. It was something that needed to happen in order for me to live and hate it as I did, it saved my life. I got my little friend “Francis” during an emergency procedure that saved my life after my colon was ruptured giving birth. You see, it (my colon) had been fused to my uterus and tugging my baby out my belly had caused my uterus to rip away from my colon leaving a hole in it. A number of days later

In September, after a number of complications, I woke up as an Ostomate. If you don’t know what an Ostomate is, don’t worry, neither did I till I was one. (Catch up on that story here) Ostomate, noun The definition of an ostomate is a person who has undergone a surgical procedure to create an opening in the body that will be used to discharge wastes. A person who had cancer and who can no longer expel waste naturally who has a surgery performed to create a port that bodily

So the last 7 months have been a roller-coaster of every kind of emotion. If you follow my blog, you know the story. If not, in summary, I had a baby in September and then had a whole lot of surgery after that, a stint in ICU and a little near death experience. I kid you not. Things have been hectic for me. Not only have I been trying to adjust to being a new mom which is bloody hard in itself, but I’ve also been dealing with my emotions

Hello everyone, I know I’ve been really quiet the last few weeks. Life is pretty damn tough. Now that my son is no longer just sleeping all day and actually needs to be entertained, I have hardly any time for anything other than playing peek-a-boo and making bottles. It’s all worth it I swear. Remember this photo?  Yup, that’s me with my colostomy bag right after I got out the hospital. My tummy has gone down a lot (it was really swollen and I just had a baby) and it’s

It’s nearly the end of the year. Christmas is around the corner, literally a few days away and I thought that makes it a pretty good time to do some reflecting over the last year. Blog life I started my blog in January, after a short attempt at blogging unofficially and discovering that writing is my absolute passion. Someone asked me long ago to think about pursuing a life as a writer and I brushed her off. Well, turns out I spent an awful lot of my life having no

When you think of colostomy bags, your mind immediately goes to old people. It’s such a stigmatised thing that no one talks about it and people certainly don’t share the information willingly that they have one. It’s just something that is not spoken of. If you regularly read my blog, you will know I’ve recently had serious surgery. If you don’t know then read these posts; Not your regular birth story There is always something to be thankful for  Well one of the delightful outcomes of my nightmare experience was

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