I had to have an operation there were no two ways about it.
So January 2015 I signed my life away… it was a 6 1/2 hour procedure and when I was being put to sleep I thought this is the end. Now I have a wicked scar that has a story behind it and here it is.
I had to have a bladder stoma made as I couldn’t wee normally. It suddenly came on one summers day 2013.I hadn’t had a wee for 8 hours and had drunk hell of a lot. I had gone into retention and they drained out 1.5 litres of we No wonder I was in agony.
I had the most unflattering leg bags to wear day and night with a catheter for a year and a half until all avenues were explored and a stoma was decided.
2 years later I’ve had my ups and downs with it and it’s weird that I’ll never wee sat down again, but it makes me special I guess.
My illness is invisible and many don’t even know what’s up until I tell them. Then all the questions come which I really don’t mind.
It’s made me a stronger person and made me look at life differently and appreciate the little things in life just as much as the big things.