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#HAWMC – Day 28 – 5 Challenges & 5 Small Victories

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Five Challenges

Challenge #1 – Crohn’s – this time last year a regular calprotectin test showed that my Crohn’s disease looks like it has reactivated after 5 years of drug-free remission. This summer I had a colonoscopy and an MRI scan which have given slightly contradictory results. I have a gastroenterologist’s appointment on 12th December at which we will discuss the evidence and the way forward.

I am reluctant to restart drugs for the Crohn’s, unless absolutely necessary, but it may become inevitable. The biggest challenge I face, healthwise, is to make the right, informed decision on what is best for my future.

Challenge #2 – BAM (Bile Acid Malabsorption) – an ongoing problem which resulted from losing my terminal ileum (ileostomy surgery) 6 years ago. So far it has been kept under control bytaking 2 Loperamide (Imodium) capsules each day but if that stops working I have the option of going to see my GP and asking him to prescribe a binder (Questran).  Yet more drugs. I came close to it earlier this year.

Challenge #3 – PVT (Portal Vein Thrombosis) – the ticking timebomb. Yearly upper GI endoscopies look for the regrowth of  (varicose) veins in my esophagus. It has worked out that every second year the veins require ligation (having rubber bands around them). The issue is that should they regrow quicker and then burst I have a finite time to get to hospital and a blood transfusion hence the ticking timebomb.

Challenge #4 – Reducing my use of SoMe – it’s very easy to become addicted to the likes of Twitter and Instagram. I intend to limit my time online which should help my mental rather than physical wellbeing.

Challenge #5 – Gain weight – over the last 12 months or so I’ve lost around 10kg (maybe as a result of #1). I would like to put on 5kg back on if possible.

Reading the above you may think I take a very gloomy attitude to life. I don’t but I do like to be realistic and to have a clear understanding of the possible issues that will arise and what is going on inside my body.

Five Small Victories

Victory #1 – Achieving a good, long walk of 10km or more, especially exploring London. It help clear the  mind.

Victory #2 – Finishing a blog post. The process of writing a post is another “good for the mind” exercise. I like to think about what I write rather than just put down the first thing that comes into my head. By being analytical it helps to come to terms with health issues and get them into perspective.

Victory #3 – Medication. Remembering to take the right tablets at the right time and to re-order in time not to run out.

Victory #4 – Encouragement. Being able to give encouragement to other IBD patients when they are going through an uncertain or bad patch.

Victory #5 – Waking up and knowing it is going to be a good day as far as Crohn’s/BAM is concerned. Can usually tell within the first 10 seconds the state of my digestive system!

#HAWMC – Day 20 – Highlight

day_20If I’d written this three months ago I would have either used a slightly nebulous highlight – “managing my health, work and lifestyle so that they work in harmony” (most of the time) or I might have said “writing a book”.

However, in September, I had a new experience because of Crohn’s/IBD. (What follows is a slightly edited post from just after that event)

“Whatever else you can say about Crohn’s Disease it certainly does give you the chance of new experiences, mostly unpleasant, to be honest. I won’t list the nasty ones here as they are covered in the video at the end of this post.

A fellow IBD patient, or should that be sufferer, had been asked to to give a talk about “Living with IBD” to some nurses. Unfortunately she was double booked and asked if I would step in. With typical male arrogance and over confidenece I immediately agreed. The date was set for 5 weeks time.

It was actually something I’d wanted to do for a while. I suppose it reawoke the “performing” instinct that first showed itself when I was  in a band. That was around the time I was diagnosed with Crohn’s.

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That’s me on the left – The Lakers, Redhill

GETTING READY

I wouldn’t need any preparation. I’d lived with IBD long enough to write a book (literally). I would just turn up and talk, or so I thought. The last thing I wanted was to read from a script.

At this point I found out that there would be around 200 nurses, in a proper lecture theatre and  I would be talking at the end of the afternoon. It dawned on me that to do the subject justice, and not short change the nurses, I would at least need some notes and something to keep everyone awake. Where’s that mind map software?

mind_mapI was rather staggered by the sheer number of topics I came up with. After much arranging and re-arranging I wrote them down as a series of headings and bullet points. That would do. I tried a run through. TERRIBLE. I stumbled over the words to flesh out each point. I would have to give in and write out some notes.

Another run through and nearly as bad  – stilted, hesitant, repetitive…..  I would have to give in and write the talk out word-for-word, the very thing I didn’t want to do.

Having just written a book (100,000 words) using iBooksAuthor software I decided it was the right tool  for this new task.  There is one particular feature that is indispensible – the option which allows you to take your text, convert it to speech and then save as an mp3 file for listening to on an iPod. Why this extra step?

I find that no matter how often I read text through, either on screen or in printed form, it is very difficult to pick up words that have been repeated too often or where simply by changing the structure of a sentence it makes a far better read. Listening to the text several times also gives you a chance to start taking it on board and makes one’s delivery more polished.

Here’s an example as an mp3. Not marvellous but good enough to run through the words without being distracted by the text on the screen. It shows how easy it is too identify a missing word.

After several further iterations, including two read throughs to my wife, I was finally happy with the contents.

Now it was time to remember all those tips I picked up on the various corporate presentation courses I had been sent on – move around the stage, make eye contact with all parts of your audience, generate some audience participation by asking THEM questions, communicate with passion and finally include a surprise.

THE BIG DAY

When I got to the lecture theatre, with a real live audience, it suddenly became a lot easier. I did use my text but just as a “confidence safety net” and to make sure I didn’t forget anything (which I still did). I had taken a small camera with me but unfortunately didn’t get there in time to set it up properly so the sound wasn’t brilliant.

The resulting video was rather long all in one go so I’ve split it into three parts. Of the three I think that the second one covering surgery and stomas is the most representative. I’ll let you judge the result.”

Kings College Hospital, Lecture Theatre

I wasn’t expecting that round of applause for my stoma stunt!

This has to be my Health Activist highlight as it was the first time I had spoken in public and gave me a chance to give an insight into IBD to the nurses who will end up looking after patients, some of which will have IBD. It’s whetted my appetite to take it further. I rather fancy talking to some consultants and doctors next.

You need an operation

This is an extract from the chapter that covers the immediate period before major surgery for a stricture in my terminal ileum.

Friday, 8th October 2010 – X MARKS THE SPOT

My final visit to St.Thomas’s, as an outpatient, before the operation. I had to visit the stoma nurse in case I ended up having to have a bag fitted. Obviously I was hoping that it wouldn’t happen but you need to cover all the bases. As the saying goes ” Sh*t happens”, and it’s quite relevant in this case!

We started by discussing all the implications of being stoma’d. She told me they were not that difficult to deal with and it should only be for 6 months. She then looked at my physique (= bulges) and how I wore my trousers so she could position the stoma in the optimum place. Once she was happy with the location she marked it. I now had a large black cross on the right side of my abdomen, marked with indelible felt pen and covered by a waterproof sticker. I was still hopeful that it would be intact after the operation.

X marks the spot
X marks the spot

I told the nurse that I intended to keep my blog going whilst I was in hospital. She looked rather sceptically at me and said that for the first few days I would have an attention span of about 5 minutes and it was unlikely that I would feel like doing anything. She was partly right.

I asked what time my operation was likely to start. Surgery usually began at 8:00am but until they saw the full list of operations they wouldn’t be able to tell me where I would be in the sequence. They might have a better idea when I was admitted on the Sunday. When we saw the Enhanced Recovery Nurse the previous week she said that the surgeon likes to do his “interesting” patients early morning and that I was one of the “interesting” ones. It brought to mind the Chinese saying/curse “May you live in interesting times”.

From then on it was just a waiting game until Sunday when I would get the call telling me which ward I needed to report to.

Saturday, 9th October 2010 – LAST DAY OF FREEDOM

The last full day of being able to drive for at least six weeks so we decided to go out for the afternoon to see the autumn tints at the National Trust’s Sheffield Park Garden.

In the evening I made a final list of chores that needed to be completed the following day before I got the call from St.Thomas’s telling me which ward to report to and when they wanted me. I decided to see just how far down the list I could get. I was under strict instructions not to leave home until the hospital had rung but had been assured that they would find me a bed and that the op would go ahead on Monday unless the surgeon fell off his bike again. Since he had done that last year they were hoping he had learned his lesson.


Sunday, 10th October 2010 – THE WAITING GAME

I always knew that this day would be the worst in the process so far. The admission letter told me not to leave home until the hospital had contacted me with the name of the ward I was to report to and at what time.

All the chores were completed in the morning and then we waited for the call. It got to half past two and the tension was just too great so I rang the ward I thought I was being admitted to. Rather worryingly I was told that they had no record of me but would do some ringing around and let me know what was happening.

About 10 minutes later I got a call to say that there wasn’t an available bed in Page Ward but I would be expected in Howard Ward instead. They would call me back to confirm when I was needed. We had a quick look at the St.Thomas’s website and couldn’t see Howard Ward listed. More worry.

I then got a call from Howard Ward to say that I could come in as soon as I was ready and that I was getting a single room in the Private wing of the hospital but not to get too comfortable as it was for one night only.

This really was the most stressful time for myself and my wife but as soon as we set off for London I relaxed and then became positively chilled out. Unfortunately it wasn’t so easy for my wife. If anything my laid back attitude made those around me more anxious.

Private Room
My private room – one night only

My sister picked us up and took us down to the station and we all boarded the train to Waterloo. We walked up from the station to St.Thomas’ and arrived just after half past four. Howard Ward is on the twelfth (top) floor of the hospital and entrance is via a set of locked doors. It took a while to find someone to let us in and eventually were greeted by a friendly ward sister who showed us to my room. The first impression was “Wow, what a view” as we looked south down the Thames and over to the Houses of Parliament.

Just before six o’clock I said my goodbyes to my wife and sister, wondering, at the back of my mind, if that would be the last time I would see them. I don’t want to sound over dramatic but it was a possibility. Apart from that one doubt I was remarkably calm and collected (and have been so ever since, no matter what my health has thrown at me. I wish I could pass the secret on to others but it simply happened and not as the result of a conscious effort).

The ward sister returned to check my details, blood pressure and heart rate and take some MRSA swabs. Then we were joined by a doctor who stuck a cannula in the back of my hand and took some blood samples. I was allowed to eat up until midnight but after that it was to be fluids only. My dinner arrived and I ate it whilst watching the river traffic passing up and down the Thames. Mainly pleasure boats packed with people for an evening cruise, taking advantage of the autumn sunshine.

Howard Ward
Ready for dinner

When I had finished my dinner I was connected up to a drip and told to expect another visit from a doctor around 11:00pm.

Once you’ve been operated on they like to get you down into the main surgical wards as there are more staff around to keep an eye on you. I still didn’t know what time the operation would be and wouldn’t be able to find out until the surgeon arrived in the morning.

I took the opportunity to spend the next few minutes chilling out, watching the sun set over the River Thames. The next update to my blog would be after the operation. It would probably be at least Tuesday before I would be in a fit state to type further entries.

Into the unknown……..but what a view.

Thames - Upstream from Howard Ward
The view from Howard Ward – looking upstream towards Battersea

Monday, 11th October 2010 – PRE OP

I was amazed that I managed to get some sleep. I was woken up at 2:00am by one of the nurses to connect a new drip and then went back to sleep. The next time I woke it was a glorious autumn morning. One of the house doctors came in, introduced himself and explained I was the last on the list for surgery as I was the most “interesting” and they didn’t know how long the operation would take. He answered any questions I had and then went off to the operating theatre. I was given DVT stockings and a surgical gown to put on. I lay on the bed watching the sun rise over Millbank.

It's a beautiful day
The sun rising over the old part of St.Thomas’

I was then visited by the anaesthetist. He said that it looked like I would be going down to theatre at 11:00am and it could be a 5 hour operation. There were some formalities that he needed to run through which revolved around risks and consent forms. He explained that they intended to use an epidural for pain control. Whilst this had proved very effective there were a number of risks involved. He went through each one in turn and gave me the probability of each occurring. At the end of it I signed a consent form that confirmed I understood the risks and I was prepared to go ahead with the operation.