Well, I can finally say my Ulcerative Colitis is in remission! Woo hoo! I went for my flexi-sigmoidoscopy the other day and they said there’s no problems in that respect so I’m very, very relieved. The only problem is that because of what I’ve been through with it all I have what I always thought was an old ladies kind of issue, haemmaroids, and massive ones at that. I’m not going to blush and be quiet about this because, dammit, I decided a long time ago that I’m not going to be quiet about this stupid disease. The more people that know about what UC sufferers go through the better. Awareness is never a bad thing.
So they’re grade 4 nasty inflamed things and I’ve been booked in for an urgent haemmaroidectomy which will go ahead in the next two weeks. They’re too bad for banding so it’s a full on general anaesthetic operation with a recovery time of 1 – 2 months apparently. Even the consultant at the flexi-sig said that the op is very painful so I’m actually scared stiff – but it will be worth it. Once I’ve recovered from the op I’ll be ‘normal’ (well as normal as I ever am) as I’ll not have the UC or broken bum symptoms anymore. All I can say is Hallelujah! About time too.
After having googled to find out what to expect, it sounds like I won’t be able to do the school run for about 3 weeks minimum and I’ll be living on the sofa and in the bathroom for quite some time. I like the sound of living on the sofa a lot and intend on watching a ton of natural history programmes and hogging the remote so it’s not all bad. Horace is going to have to take time off work to look after me and I feel bad about that, but I can’t help it really can I.
I’m rather worried about how the kids will cope with an incapacitated mum, but Darlek is a little love and will probably look after me lots. Sausage will do his best I’m sure. It’ll be fine. I just want to be normal again. My Tigger bounce and my lust for life disappeared a couple of months ago, so I’m looking forward to getting that back. It’s going to be difficult, but it could be an awful lot worse. Many people go through far worse, at least there’s light at the end of the tunnel as one of my friends said this evening, if you’ll pardon the pun.
I’m going to stock up on any painkillers I can get my mits on and grit my teeth and get on with things. I’m still hoping that one day someone will offer to swap bums with me. I’d love one that is completely fixed and is about a size 10 preferably. Any offers? Oh, and no cellulite, thanks. I’m not fussy or anything.