The tough calls 

Somedays can be a constant reminder that I have a chronic illness and there is no cure. Having multiple appointments in 24 hours is one of those days (my current record is 4 different departments!) 

Others days I go to work and apart from an odd dash to the bathroom I can have a pretty normal life. Sometimes with that normality becomes extreme tiredness, like not the normal I’ve worked a day tired more of a ‘don’t poke the bear kinda tired! 🙈). 

Anyone who knows me will realise I’ve a strong desire to work, I’ve applied for new jobs from hospital, went to interviews within hours of being discharged. Like everyone else I’ve big dreams and loads I want to accomplish.

However sometimes there needs to be a reality check and this week I had one. I was offered a full time job with a 6 month contract.. what more could you want right? 

This is where the tough call came in, the short story is I declined the offer- it is one of the worst feelings but when you realise that all the advice coming from the medical team is don’t work full time you just gotta listen. My dislike of hospitals wins! 

I’m a firm believer in when one door closes another will open.. here’s hoping there is something even bigger and better behind the next door! 


Dear 2016…

It’s been one heck of a year. 

2016 began in hospital – New Years Eve 2015 is one I’ll not forget in a hurry, I had tests to see how well my stomach and bowel were working and it turned into a frank discussion. I was informed the biggest decision I would make in the year ahead was a stoma bag or a body bag. I’ve always appreciated this honestly from medical staff. 

Bringing in a new year in hospital I knew little of what was ahead of me and that was probably for the best. I knew I would be getting an NG feeding tube to help with nutrition (it was the reason I spent Christmas in hospital!). If someone told me of the events that would follow I would have been back tracking into 2015.

You could never prepare yourself for anaphylaxis reactions, weeks in hospital, TPN feeding, 2 major surgeries, complications, vac machines, post up flares, urosepsis, moving to live permanently 70 miles away and constant hospital admissions just to name some of the challenges of 2016. I can honestly say sometimes it’s better not knowing what is ahead of you. 

At times during the last year I wondered if I would have the strength to survive both physically and mentally. I like to keep things positive but the year had some dark moments, while there may of been a smile on the outside there was plenty of tears, melt downs and desperate moments. There was fear and at times I was terrified even if that wasn’t always obvious. 

It would be so easy to say 2016 was  crap and just ride it off BUT that wasn’t the case. It’s so easy for us to remember the hurt, the things that went wrong but what about all the good things that happened? 

For the last couple of years I’ve made a blessings jar, it’s so easy to miss the little positives in life, the moments that make you smile, new opportunities, hopes and dreams or just some things that make life a little bit easier. I’ve noted these down (and there is a surprising amount!) and now I get a chance to remember the good parts of the last year. 

There is no doubt that 2016 has been a challenge, one I hope never to repeat. It’s a given there will be obstacles ahead in the next year but for now I’m going to take with me the positives of the last year. 

I’m so thankful for the people that just jumped on this crazy ride with me, people who believed I could make it out the other side of each disaster, who listened to the frustrations, encouraged and brought me back to reality when needed. You are awesome!

So no matter how tough the last year has been take some of the positives with you into the year ahead.. here’s to 2017!! 🎉🎉

* The picture below shows the basic idea of the blessings jar*

Christmas festivities 🎄🎅🏻

I’ve thought about this post for a while, I love Christmas (and birthdays too!)..

Around this time last year I learnt I was going to be spending Christmas in hospital, I had been waiting on a bed for a while and of course one came free on the 23rd December. My Crohn’s disease was uncontrolled and I was malnourished since I hadn’t kept any solid food down in weeks. 

When I heard the news I was obviously pretty devastated, everyone wants Christmas at home with their family and not stuck in a hospital ward.. I panicked on how I would tell the people closest as I knew the upheaval would be as big for them as it was for me.. we had to move Christmas over 70 miles! 

This year I’ve got another Crohn’s flare right before Christmas. Although sometimes it feels like I should decorate our bathroom as some days it feels like all I see I am so thankful I’ll be spending Christmas at home this year. 
Last year put things into perspective, although we enjoy the presents and the business of Christmas the thing I am looking forward to the most is all being under one roof and sitting around the one table. 
It’s important to spare a thought for the medical staff that will be leaving their families behind to go to work this Christmas. Take time to appreciate the little things within all the craziness of this week and when things aren’t as planned make the most of what you have. 

Go PURPLE on Friday for Crohn’s and Colitis

Tomorrow sees the start of Crohn’s and Colitis week – it is a cause near to my heart..

Just over 18 months ago I had never heard of the disease, the impact it could have on someones life but I soon learnt the reality, when I got diagnosed I had no idea what lay ahead but that was probably a good thing!

IBD has without a doubt had a big impact on my life but not all negative but it has made me more determined than ever to not twell on the bad and keep pushing forward with all the strength I have. It has made me think about priorities and seize new opportunities.

Friday is GO PURPLE DAY… I would love it if you would go purple and send me a picture to raise awareness of IBD.

And who doesn’t want to wear purple for a day!




It’s new drugs day! 

After coming off medication to get the chicken pox vaccine – it’s time to go back on Crohn’s medicine. 

The disease seems to be relentless at the moment and I’ve been in a flare for the whole period I’ve been off meds. I haven’t been able to turn to the trusty steroids so things have been managed with fluids, pain relief, anti sickness and some iron and blood thrown in for good measure. It’s been rough but another milestone complete! 

Getting started on medication is a relief but also unsettling, I’ve not had much success with them in the past. I’ve been allergic or not responded. The fear of an ng tube or another surgery is always there. 

Through the uncertainty you have to keep positive, different drugs work in different ways and maybe this time it’ll just be the right combination. As long as they work and the side effects aren’t too grim that’s all you can hope for! 


I think the biggest emotions for me in this crazy rollercoaster of Crohn’s and complications has been frustration.

My personality is I want to conquer everything and I want it done yesterday but quite frequently my body throws a huff and then things don’t go to plan and it feels like one step forward and three steps back. This week I am down with another infection, off work sick for a few days and feeling the frustration.  

I get frustrated when I have so much hospital time, when I have to cancel plans, when I’m not well enough to work and when things that were so easy before seem nearly impossible now. 

I’m stubborn so I do push myself a lot to have a new “normal” but with that comes a loss is identity. I am not the same person I was even last year. Recently I got reminded that illness can take some things away from me but I am still a daughter, a sister, a teacher, a friend amongst other things and no illness can change that. 

Some days I realise that my illness has opened new doors. I never imagined I would be filling out UCAS to apply for uni next year and I wouldn’t have met some amazing people. 

Days that I am frustrated and feel like I am getting nowhere it’s important to remember to just master one day at a time and do it again the next day… 

Just keep swimming..

I’ve thrown myself into work and finding a normality over the last couple of weeks, thankfully I haven’t had many appointments so I feel like I’ve had a bit of freedom! 

I know that I’ve probably worked more hours than I should have, not spent much time resting but I’ve been able to do it! It’s a good thing being tired cause you’ve worked hard instead of the sickness making you tired. However I’ve realised that things that came easy before, now take more time and energy so I have to be more proactive.

Somedays my stomach still hates me and I think I’ll have to ring into work sick but I have been able to push through it. The sense of achievement from working keeps me going. I love it. 

I got to take some time out this week and recharge my batteries. The galgorm is fab! Eating afternoon tea I realised how far I’ve come in a year.. this time last year that wouldn’t have stayed down more than 20 mins! 

I also loved the message they had in the room… 

I still take things one day at a time, I know as things continue to improve and I get my new drugs (9 more days!) I’ll be able to plan a little further ahead. It’s exciting 

At the minute my biggest fear is if I stop I just won’t start again! So you just have to keep swimming!