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This time last year I was at Sandwell General Hospital. I'd spent just about ten days in there taking nine movicol daily to help with a blockage as I was too stubborn to let any doctor operate on me, or try anything different. Finally, a surgeon had come to talk to me saying he needed to operate the following morning because if left any longer I would be fighting for my life.
The morning of the operation was a blur, I had an ostomy nurse come and mark where I'd possibly need an ileostomy bag. I'd spent the morning signing forms and talking through the surgery (which I can barely remember, I just remember them saying they were removing a huge part of my ileum). I remember spending time comforting my sister on the phone as I was about to be wheeled down. I had text all the people I was close to telling them I love them.
Luckily, when I woke up I didn't have a bag. I also may not be the picture of health that I promised. But I am the luckiest person in the world to have the people I have around me.
To celebrate a year on, to show gratitude to the people who have been there for me, I'm going to be skydiving the 11th July 2015 for the #getyourbellyout campaign where all proceeds go to Crohns and colitis UK.
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  1. Anonymous13 April 2015 at 16:03

    Your an inspiration and a fantastic Pearson you are the light of your boys life and no matter what a fantastic mother to him! Thanks for sharing your story's with us and I pray 1 day a cure will be found! X T

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    1. Annie 13 April 2015 at 16:08

      thank you so much x x

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    2. Anonymous14 April 2015 at 04:03

      No problem, you can never see the truths that are in front off you your eyes! when they are closed you are blind don't let people make you blind keep them open and only see the positive in any situation their is always one!

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