On the 10th of July 2011, my stoma turned 2! Ah, that fateful day when I was rushed into the operating theatre instead of onto a plane for my summer holiday! But looking back on it, I'm quite glad it happened because had it not happened then, I'd have ended up with a burst colon and septicemia, not something that would have been much better to be honest! So I wished my little friend a very happy birthday and thanks for saving my life!!
My J-Pouch, on the other hand, had its first birthday on July 23rd, 2011. And it was not a very happy birthday at all!! All year I have been in and out of the hospital, taking a cocktail of painkillers every day and for about 9/12 months been wearing a rectal catheter- not exactly this year's must-have accessory!! I hate it! And for most of the year, I've been keeping positive, thinking it will all come to an end soon, it just has to! And when it does all work out, I will hopefully end up with a fully functional, good pouch and my battle scars to show off on the beach or at the pool! But the longer it goes on, the more I feel like I'm fooling myself, and recently I have had a couple of breakdowns and days where all I've wanted to do is give up! I know it's a natural reaction and everybody has those days, but it really is hard to stay happy all the time and always think of how much worse off I could be because, to be honest, with my pouch the way it is now (even with a temp ileostomy), I sometimes wish I could go back to the time where I had my chronic UC because at least then I could sit on the toilet for a while and the pain would ease!! If you know me well on here, then you will know by now that a week after having the J-Pouch ileo-anal anastomosis operation, I developed a couple of small abscesses and had to be taken back into the hospital a few days after being discharged. They appeared to have cleared up the problem there and then and did an endoscopy to check everything, and everything looked fine (trust me, I watched it!!) However, 6 months down the line and I just wasn't appearing to be doing as well as I should have. I couldn't sit down on my bum, and I had to carry a pregnancy/haemorrhoid ring around with me so I could sit on a chair!! After extensive testing and being sent to the private specialist hospital in my country, they found out that since the initial problems, my immune system had not recovered and more abscesses had grown behind the pouch, and one was almost the same size as the pouch itself (how they missed this time and time again with the number of CT/MRI scans and endoscopies I had, I don't know!!)
All of this was discovered earlier this year, so it worked out that I had around 4 months of tests. In February of this year at the private hospital, my consultant decided that the only thing to do would be to open up parts of the anastomosis in order for the abscesses to drain and eventually heal themselves faster than what they were doing (however, she didn't think a rectal catheter was benefiting me, but boy was she wrong!) So I had the op in London, and about 10 days later, I was back in the hospital with even worse results than before! Once they had sorted me that time, I wasn't back in until my birthday on April Fool's day, and since then I've been in a couple of times up to today. I do have an appointment on the 10th of August to see the consultant in London again so she can do an examination under anaesthetic and see how the abscesses are healing, but recently I've been feeling like I'm stood in the middle of a crossroads with cars coming at me from all angles!!
Once I've spoken to the consultant, there's no doubt she'll be able to tell me what's happening and whether or not there's any chance the pouch will work for me. If not, then I guess that means one of my imaginary roads is clear because I'll have the pouch taken out and a permanent end ileostomy put into place (which by now I really don't mind as my boyfriend has told me he'll miss my stoma if I get rid of it!) But I think the reason I'm feeling down at the moment is that I don't even know whether I want the pouch anymore, even if it will work! This is because due to all my problems, the function is likely to be heavily affected, and it will be nowhere near as good as I had initially hoped, so is there any point or will it just seem like I have the UC back again?! Also, if she says to me that the pouch will be fine, function won't be damaged in any way, and I'll be using the toilet 6 times a day, but in order for that to happen, I have to stay as I am (in pain all day every day, on countless medications, and with a rectal catheter in) for another 6 months, I don't know if I'll be able to cope, and will college let me have ANOTHER year away to sort myself out, and can I allow myself another year? After all, I do want to be a doctor, but preferably before I'm too old! But then I don't want to quit, to give up, to have gone through all this knowing it will work just to fall at the final hurdle and say "no thanks, I like wasting and suffering for a year for absolutely nothing to show for it!" I think I'm just scared of making another life-changing decision in the same way I did to have the pouch, only to end up in an even worse off state than I was originally in. Thinking about being told it's not working and has to be reversed immediately comforts me in a strange way because the choice isn't mine to make, and I know deep, deep down inside me that I really tried absolutely everything I could, and if I hadn't, I would regret it. But making the decision to keep going for as long as she says and then 6 months down the line the status of the pouch changes, it's almost as if I'm putting myself through all this stress, chasing something that may never be caught. But on the third option, quitting now even though I know there's a chance it will work, I know inside me that I will regret making that decision for life because I'll never have known whether my pouch would work well and all be worth it.
I know it's a long one, and it is a bit of a rant, but I would love, love, love someone to advise me, maybe if they've had similar problems and know what I mean and what I'm going through? The worst part of all of this is feeling alone. My family, my friends, and my boyfriend have all been amazing and still are, but even they won't understand what I'm feeling right now!
Thanks for reading x
Fran
My J-Pouch, on the other hand, had its first birthday on July 23rd, 2011. And it was not a very happy birthday at all!! All year I have been in and out of the hospital, taking a cocktail of painkillers every day and for about 9/12 months been wearing a rectal catheter- not exactly this year's must-have accessory!! I hate it! And for most of the year, I've been keeping positive, thinking it will all come to an end soon, it just has to! And when it does all work out, I will hopefully end up with a fully functional, good pouch and my battle scars to show off on the beach or at the pool! But the longer it goes on, the more I feel like I'm fooling myself, and recently I have had a couple of breakdowns and days where all I've wanted to do is give up! I know it's a natural reaction and everybody has those days, but it really is hard to stay happy all the time and always think of how much worse off I could be because, to be honest, with my pouch the way it is now (even with a temp ileostomy), I sometimes wish I could go back to the time where I had my chronic UC because at least then I could sit on the toilet for a while and the pain would ease!! If you know me well on here, then you will know by now that a week after having the J-Pouch ileo-anal anastomosis operation, I developed a couple of small abscesses and had to be taken back into the hospital a few days after being discharged. They appeared to have cleared up the problem there and then and did an endoscopy to check everything, and everything looked fine (trust me, I watched it!!) However, 6 months down the line and I just wasn't appearing to be doing as well as I should have. I couldn't sit down on my bum, and I had to carry a pregnancy/haemorrhoid ring around with me so I could sit on a chair!! After extensive testing and being sent to the private specialist hospital in my country, they found out that since the initial problems, my immune system had not recovered and more abscesses had grown behind the pouch, and one was almost the same size as the pouch itself (how they missed this time and time again with the number of CT/MRI scans and endoscopies I had, I don't know!!)
All of this was discovered earlier this year, so it worked out that I had around 4 months of tests. In February of this year at the private hospital, my consultant decided that the only thing to do would be to open up parts of the anastomosis in order for the abscesses to drain and eventually heal themselves faster than what they were doing (however, she didn't think a rectal catheter was benefiting me, but boy was she wrong!) So I had the op in London, and about 10 days later, I was back in the hospital with even worse results than before! Once they had sorted me that time, I wasn't back in until my birthday on April Fool's day, and since then I've been in a couple of times up to today. I do have an appointment on the 10th of August to see the consultant in London again so she can do an examination under anaesthetic and see how the abscesses are healing, but recently I've been feeling like I'm stood in the middle of a crossroads with cars coming at me from all angles!!
Once I've spoken to the consultant, there's no doubt she'll be able to tell me what's happening and whether or not there's any chance the pouch will work for me. If not, then I guess that means one of my imaginary roads is clear because I'll have the pouch taken out and a permanent end ileostomy put into place (which by now I really don't mind as my boyfriend has told me he'll miss my stoma if I get rid of it!) But I think the reason I'm feeling down at the moment is that I don't even know whether I want the pouch anymore, even if it will work! This is because due to all my problems, the function is likely to be heavily affected, and it will be nowhere near as good as I had initially hoped, so is there any point or will it just seem like I have the UC back again?! Also, if she says to me that the pouch will be fine, function won't be damaged in any way, and I'll be using the toilet 6 times a day, but in order for that to happen, I have to stay as I am (in pain all day every day, on countless medications, and with a rectal catheter in) for another 6 months, I don't know if I'll be able to cope, and will college let me have ANOTHER year away to sort myself out, and can I allow myself another year? After all, I do want to be a doctor, but preferably before I'm too old! But then I don't want to quit, to give up, to have gone through all this knowing it will work just to fall at the final hurdle and say "no thanks, I like wasting and suffering for a year for absolutely nothing to show for it!" I think I'm just scared of making another life-changing decision in the same way I did to have the pouch, only to end up in an even worse off state than I was originally in. Thinking about being told it's not working and has to be reversed immediately comforts me in a strange way because the choice isn't mine to make, and I know deep, deep down inside me that I really tried absolutely everything I could, and if I hadn't, I would regret it. But making the decision to keep going for as long as she says and then 6 months down the line the status of the pouch changes, it's almost as if I'm putting myself through all this stress, chasing something that may never be caught. But on the third option, quitting now even though I know there's a chance it will work, I know inside me that I will regret making that decision for life because I'll never have known whether my pouch would work well and all be worth it.
I know it's a long one, and it is a bit of a rant, but I would love, love, love someone to advise me, maybe if they've had similar problems and know what I mean and what I'm going through? The worst part of all of this is feeling alone. My family, my friends, and my boyfriend have all been amazing and still are, but even they won't understand what I'm feeling right now!
Thanks for reading x
Fran