Did I? Did that really happen, to me, of all people?
I am currently fighting my second bowel cancer diagnosis. I am entering my fifth year fighting this insidious disease and I have only just turned 36 years old.
Over four years of complete and utter crap – pun intended – and that’s not even counting the fight I’ve had against Crohn’s Disease since I was 15 years old. I no longer know a life without illness. A life of “normality”. An everyday person’s “bad day” would probably be one of my good days.
Anyway, 2017 was a complete sh*t show – literally. However, entering 2018 I felt I had a new lease on life, it genuinely felt like things were improving and we were getting on top of everything, in particular the infection that tried to kill me over the Easter long weekend last year, and has seen me on daily antibiotics for almost a year now.
I even had the words “you’ve got this” tattooed on my arm the day before my birthday in early January. I wanted and needed that constant reminder that yes I do indeed have this under control.