The doctors weren’t sure what stage the cancer was at when they first diagnosed it, or whether there was any lymph node involvement; but eventually I was told I needed surgery and, because of the location of the tumour, a permanent colostomy. My initial reaction was one of horror: there was no way I was having one of those awful bags attached to me! But I sought the advice of four specialists and they all told me the same thing. I had no other option.
When I finally accepted that I had no choice, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt trapped. But I had a good cry and eventually moved on.
I had surgery about 12 weeks ago and it was a success – no more cancer, and no need for chemotherapy, which I’m grateful for. I’m healing well and, best of all, the colostomy bag is much easier to manage than I ever imagined. It’s now part of my life and I just get on with things. I’ve been very lucky to have the support of my wonderful husband, family and friends, and of my two little girls.