The last day my bum had a poo

20th November 2018. 

Jeez, how weird is that, I haven’t poo’d like I was born to for 365 days now. 

I went into hospital to spend the night before my op. To’ing and fro’ing, no one knowing if I needed moviprep, an enema or equally nothing, me desperately dreading the time that Mr J was told to go home. 

When they were talking about moviprep, that was my first wobble.  I was in the night before a massive op, I didn’t want to have to drink that god awful stuff!

I wasn’t in pain, I didn’t need this surgery to improve a bad quality of life, it didn’t “feel” like I had cancer this time.

But I did. And Lynch Syndrome, which was the deciding factor in such a major operation the next day.  

A year on, it’s really made me think about the experience.  I ended up with 

an enema fyi – not the nicest of experiences but atleast I didn’t need to drink moviprep.  It worked, and about 10pm my (now Barbie) butt had it’s last ever poo…