The Takeaway Takeaway
If I haven’t got enough angst in my life at the moment, to find out I should steer clear of takeaway foods whilst I am having chemotherapy, takes the fucking biscuit. I can live without soft cheeses, raw fish and […]
The Sex Vest
The conversation has of course turned, in recent days, to the topic of postoperative sexual relationships. As you may recall from an earlier post, I did offer Mrs W the chance of a quick bathroom shuffle whilst I was in […]
Shit Drawings
I know I am stating the bleeding obvious, but support from your family and friends is so important when you have this sort of thing going on. I am particularly grateful for the fact that a few people have descended […]
Celebrating Every Poop
Friday sees the commencement of operation ‘colon’, as I undergo surgery to remove the tumour from my lower bowel. I have to remember that this is just the first stage of the process of recovering my health to what it […]
Wading up to my Knees in Brown Stuff
My very nice surgeon agreed to delay my bum op for a week, so that I could attend the 2016 Glastonbury Festival with my family and friends. This is my first time, which is slightly silly really seeing as how […]
F*ck
Being told that you have a tumour up your bumhole. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, […]
Please Read This Post First
This blog and the posts contained within, do include frequent graphic and gratuitous descriptions of the human upper and lower colon, bowel and rectum. It will almost certainly reference poo, in all its various forms, and other toilet matters. There […]