This was the beginning of son’s journey to life with an ileostomy. How naive was I back then? I was so sure that this was not a major problem, that it would all be sorted if he stopped drinkng alcohol.
Next week is Son’s birthday, so a(nother) family meal looms large but I shall rejoice as he has had a few worrying months recently but hopefully much of the worry is now resolved. Back in the late summer he phoned me up and said he was filling in an application for personal insurance, and needed to know if there was any family history of cancer. I didn’t really pay much attention to be honest, just replied that although my Father liked to scare us with reports that he has bowel cancer, he hasn’t really got it, and no one else has either. Over the next couple of weeks he asked other questions, one day about blood tests, a week later about endoscopy, another time about colonoscopy but it wasn’t until he asked what blood results show if someone had cancer that I realised all this was referring to him. I questioned him but he just told me there wasn’t anything serious, not to worry. Not worry, the boy (man) must be joking, I’m his Mother, it’s my job to worry. I enlisted the help of Hubby, told him to take him out and find out what was going on, absolutely useless, do men ever really talk about important stuff, can they? Eventually I sat son down, stuffed bamboo under his nails, attached electrodes where the sun doesn’t shine and found out some of what was going on. No specifics about symptoms but at least I found out he was seeing a Gastroenterologist and had undergone a colonoscopy and was waiting for the results of the biopsy. Anyway, he had the results this week, ulcerative colitis, not good news but certainly better than a malignancy. He has started on the drugs, seems very positive, but refuses to accept a link between his symptoms and drinking alcohol, there’s none so blind……….takes after his Father you know.