Since having my two little men, I have come to love the philosophy of ‘listen when your body whispers, before it yells at you’. At the age of 38 I am a proud nurse, I take pride in helping others optimise their health, and my friends will attest that I enjoy sharing my views on healthy living. So when I received my stage 1 bowel cancer diagnosis 6 months ago, to say that I was in a world of shock and disbelief is an understatement.
I was 57 years old, and was feeling extremely well, much to my dismay putting on weight, going off to gym and Pilates, running a household and working part-time. I was beginning to experience bloating and my tummy felt quite distended at times. Initially I blamed the amount of lentils and beans in my diet. I had googled the symptoms and self-diagnosed myself with IBS. I tried all of the treatments, growing a Scooby and making kombucha tea and adjusted my diet, trying many of the over the counter medications. Nothing seemed to help.
I had to see my GP for a health check-up, and at the end of my appointment I asked her for something for IBS. She decided to rule out anything else, and sent me for a colonoscopy, and then an ultrasound to check my ovaries.