My name is Gemma, I’m 30 years old and I have an end colostomy… It feels like a confession when I say it like that! Like some secret that should remain hidden.
I’m proud of my colostomy though; it’s a reminder of an even bigger battle that I am fighting and a part of my life saving treatment for bowel cancer.
The 8th October is a day I will never forget. A day where in a matter of minutes, my world would come crashing down after being told that I had cancer and it only became more bewildering where after a raft of tests and scans it was decided that I would need a colostomy to bypass the large tumour that was blocking my lower colon and rectum.
This was scary stuff. In a matter of weeks I was told that not only did I have cancer but that I would also need a disgusting colostomy bag that only old people have and nobody would be able to stand being any near me. Well, that’s what I thought anyway.
Nearly 5 months on from surgery and now halfway through my cancer treatment, I’m finding that life with my new stoma friend is pretty ok. We’ve hit some bumps in the road and got through some pretty tough treatment but I don’t regret for one minute having gone through my surgery.