Today is world IBD Day.
It is also six months since I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis and told that at some point in my life, there was a very high chance I would need life changing & saving surgery to remove either all, or at least part of my colon. Even though the nurses had come round and drawn the dot on me to line up where my stoma would go… Little did I know at the time that this life saving and life changing surgery would be in just ten days time.
It’s crazy how much my life has changed.
A year ago I was in Rhodes with my Dad.
Six months ago I was in Colchester General Hospital fighting for my life.
Now I’m in Turkey, living life to the max. Proving that IBD and my silly stoma do not, and will not rule my life.
Everyone thinks I’m crazy for coming out here by myself, but it’s something the old me would have done. I’m always looking for the cheapest deals and booking flights if they’re cheap enough and I needed to do this. I needed to get away and clear my head. Even though not very much has been going on, thoughts about surgery and how it’ll affect me keep swirling round my head. I needed to get away.
Although the weather hasn’t been too pleasant, I still went in the sea today. I’d brought my bikini and swimming costume with me but seem to be wearing my bikini. No one really seems to stare – apart from when I start having a coughing fit on the beach because this cough just won’t go away. That’s five months going strong now… How annoying!
But apart from that my time here has been spent with good friends, good food and good weather and I can’t wait to come back when I’m feeling even better still. I’d never thought I’d say this but I missed Marmaris. It’s become another home from home, and I cannot wait to come back.