Firstly, I would like to apologise for neglecting the blog recently, we seem to have had a little gut trouble at Gutsy…
Most of you will know from my previous post that I have an Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD) called Crohn’s Disease. Around 10 years after my first hospital admission, I am laying in a hospital bed waiting for my first surgery. My colon has decided it no longer wants to live in my body. A bit inconvenient, I know.
I am scheduled for surgery to have my large intestine removed, with the end of my small intestine brought to the surface of my abdomen and stool will be collected in a bag attached to this. The formation of this opening is called a Stoma and the type of Stoma I will have is an ileostomy – because my ileum (last part of the small intestine) will be at the surface.
After several weeks of tears and coming to terms with the rejection from my organ I have so lovingly sheltered, I am ready to part with this inflamed piece of intestine in the hope of being pain free.
Since learning that this surgery is a possibility, I have done A LOT of research. Mainly on types of stomas, bags, possible surgeries, complications and diet. I don’t want this blog to simply turn into a journey of my health but I feel that not sharing this information will not raise awareness of IBD, Stoma surgery and all that comes along with it. To be quite frank, I have found it very difficult to explain to some family and friends what is actually going to happen. Although I know there are many people with stomas and other gastrointestinal surgeries, for some reason it is hardly ever spoken about openly. People are not always up for poop chat but sometimes it’s necessary.
Over the next few weeks whilst I am in recovery I hope to cover what I have researched, my own experiences and any questions you may have. So if you would like to know anything in particular, please contact me and I will try my best to answer.
Lastly, I had said I wanted my “last” meal before surgery to be a Wagamama, unfortunately I didn’t make it. I was however reminded by my better half that this isn’t the “last” of anything. Instead, it’s the beginning of the rest of my life.
Shehnaz Bashir RD