Living with an ileostomy bag


*If the title didn’t give it away, be warned – herein lies more poop talk.

I imagine that for people whose lives don’t revolve around poop, that the repeated talk of poop by those of us whose life does revolve around poop can seem kind of unnecessary. But some life experiences not only change your perspective on poop but also make it one of the most consuming aspects of your life. Continue reading

Life via Social Media


Social media. As much as I use it, I’ve never been a big fan of it. I had a MySpace back in the day but I held out on Facebook because I just didn’t see it as a necessity. As a big talker I always preferred a good old chat on the phone. Then all my friends went overseas and it was the only way to see their far flung adventures so I caved. Now, I’m as much a slave to it as anyone else. Continue reading

Give me strength.


Throughout this appendix cancer caper, people keep telling me I’m amazing and I’m strong and I’m doing so well. I’ve never been good at compliments and to be honest, it makes me feel like a fraud. Although I am doing very well in my recovery, overall I just get out of bed each day. Sure I do it with a sense of humour and a smile but it doesn’t mean it’s not hard and doesn’t catch me out. People tell me of others who might let a cancer diagnosis beat them – who would be negative and struggle to face things. It makes me wonder, are there people like that and is that so bad? When you are hit by a truck there’s no shame in going down. There is no shame in staying down for a good long while. Here’s the truth about my perceived strength. Continue reading