Considering my hectic schedule with 2 lively boys and lack of work/life balance, training had actually been going remarkably well. I was at the point of being able to ride about 70 miles and then go straight to running 6 miles and it was building up nicely. I'd been working really hard on my swimming and I was starting to feel confident and excited about making the start line in August 2010. I had done a Half Ironman in Weymouth on 6th June 2010 and really enjoyed it, coming 5th in my age group and storming on the bike finishing in 5 hours 18 minutes. I was secretly hoping for a sub 12 Ironman.
We had been camping with the kids in Weymouth before the race and I do remember waking up in a clammy sweat on race morning, thinking 'hhmm that's odd' but then heading off to swim in an ice cold sea at 6.30am anyway. I'd also had some strange abdominal pains, but had been checked out by the GP and a gynae consultant who all declared it to be 'fine'. Now with hindsight I look back and realise these were all the warning signs. In fact if I'm honest there had been many other signs.. sporadic and severe abdominal pain and 'bowel' changes which I'd just ignored.
On the 13th June 2010 I was rushed into the Kent and Sussex Hospital in the middle of the night with severe abdominal pain, with the poor kids in tow having been pulled from their beds. When the triage nurse asked me on a scale of 1-10 how bad is the pain? I said 11.
That 'abdominal pain' turned out to be life threatening peritonitis which had occurred thanks to perforation of my colon due to diverticulitis. I had no idea I had diverticulitis and had never even heard the word before. It's also very rare in the under 40's hence why none of the doctors had suspected it. I was very poorly and had to have emergency surgery that night. The amazing consultant made the right call and saved my life by doing surgery straight away. He was very conservative and was hoping he might save me from another major operation, opted to treat me with gallons of IV antibiotics and crossed his fingers... we hoped!
5 weeks later I was still unwell and in pain and a CT scan showed a huge abscess on my colon. So on 1st August 2010 I had to have an urgent operation called a partial colectomy which removed my sigmoid colon (about 14 inches in total) which also involved a couple of days in intensive care as it was such a major job. The surgeon had given me a temporary ileostomy** while things healed. When I first saw the stoma and the bag I felt sick and the first thought that came into my head was 'if I don't eat anything, there'll be nothing in the bag then it won't be so gross', but quickly realised if I had no choice to accept it was there and get on with it.. and to be honest I do rather like eating. There was also the incentive that once I could prove to the nurses I was capable of coping with my new 'friend' on my own, they'd let me go home.
Anyway.. I decided that as I'd have this thing for a couple of months a more positive approach was called for. I was keen to prove this stupid little 'bag' wouldn't stop me from doing anything. I managed to get fit enough to run a 10km race only 8 weeks after surgery and even thought it was about 15 minutes slower than I might normally do, it was a huge achievement.
Just before operation number 3 (the reversal of the stoma) in October 2010 my surgeon asked me how I felt about it and how I'd feel if he couldn't reverse it... just hypothetically speaking. I remember saying 'it's a minor inconvenience and doesn't stop me doing anything'. I didn't know then how pertinent that reply would become.
So the reversal was done, I was 'plumbed back together' and ready to get back to normal. Although I didn't feel normal at all.. far from it. I felt terrible. I was horribly bloated, felt really sick most of the time and dare I say it, awfully constipated. It felt like nothing was working inside and there was no nerve function. I'd been warned to expect the opposite so this was quite a shock, and not just to me.. the surgeons and doctors were left scratching their heads too.
This went on for months, and I had more tests than anyone should have in a lifetime and far too many tubes inserted in places where they shouldn't be. 10 months of misery, gallons of prescription laxatives and three different consultants later and they finally decided I had something called 'colonic dysmotility'... probably caused by the initial infection. It sounds fairly non-specific, but believe me it was utter misery. I felt terrible, couldn't exercise, could hardly eat and spent most of my days sobbing and in pain. They tried me on a brand new 'only just licensed' drug called prucalopride, which was supposed to stimulate the colon, but it did very little. So after months of researching online and soul searching I asked my initial surgeon to put the ileostomy back. It went something like this 'I felt better with it before, so can I have it back please?'.. a huge decision to make but I didn't have much choice. Carry on living a life of misery at about 50% or have surgery and become a 'bag lady'.. (by the way, I'm allowed to call myself that but no-one else is). I'd read about people with an ileostomy on the internet who had scaled Everest, run marathons and did Ironman triathlons.. could I do the same? would it make me feel better? could I get my life back?
So on the 11th July 2011, my new permanent ileostomy was formed. Within just a couple of days I knew I'd done the right thing. I felt so much better, the pain and discomfort had gone. Yes I was sore from surgery, but the bloating had gone, I felt like I had more energy and looked better almost straight away. I could eat ! and sleep! and wasn't in pain. Within weeks I was feeling fantastic and knew that my new 'friend' was going to be my best buddy.. this was the turning point. I don't see my stoma as the end of the world.. far from it. I see it as the start of my new life and I can't wait to get on with it.
** An ileostomy is a procedure to bypass the colon (large intestine) and it brings the small intestine out through a hole in your stomach wall (nice!). That hole is called a stoma and the 'new' end of your bowel instead of.. well your bottom basically. Someone with an ileostomy has to wear a 'bag' over the stoma to collect the 'output' for want of a better word, or more technically the poop...