Back in 2013, I was suffering an incredible amount with Ulcerative Colitis. This is a debilitating disease that destroys the lining of the large intestine.

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After nearly 10years of extreme pain, I was advised that I had to have my entire large intestine removed. To some this would have been a fate worse than death. But for me this was giving me a life worth living.

At the time of the operation, I weighed in at only 65kg, I was grossly underweight and looked like death. My colleagues told me after, that they waited for that phone call to say that I had died any time that I showed up to work late.

So on 24 April 2013 I was wheeled into the operating theater for the first of 2 major operations that I would undergo over the next 18months. After about 6hours in surgery, they had removed about 90% of my large intestine and had created an opening on my belly where there would forevermore be a stoma that would act as a new bum.



The only part of my large intestine that was left as about 12inches from my rectum up. This was stitched just under the skin for easy access if needed.

About 24hours later, the part stitched under my skin exploded and had to be made into a secondary stoma.

This brings about a funny story. An Indian doctor attended me and told me that he was going to stitch it open there in the bed. To which I'm giving him a hell of a hard time. The nurses were in hysterics at my language and threats to stitch is own asshole shut if he didn't give me enough drugs.

Anyway, the head surgeon came and had a look and through it was a crap job, so she drugged the hell out of me and got to work redoing it.

So anyway, for the next 18 months I was left with 2 stoma bags on my stomach. This was a bit of a nightmare, but still better. It was then time for the 2nd surgery where they removed the last 12 inches and made it permanent.

The doctors did a great job, and ended up totally removing my rectum which was sown shut.

2 days later the surgeon comes to see me to see how it was all recovering. She rolls me over to look at my ass, and exclaims that it looks like Mike Tyson went 9 rounds on my ass.

So fast forward to today, everything is great. I still have a bag on me belly, if anyone gets into a farting contest I am always the winner.



Basically the reason for the story is to gain awareness that not all people with stomas are old guys, a lot of young people suffer from these as well. If anyone is in the process of preparing for one, I'm happy to chat about my experiences and offer some advise.

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