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Positive Mental Attitude: What’s the point?

Earlier this week I was interviewed on the radio about my recent surgery to remove my bladder. Towards the end of the interview, following glowing words from my partner, the interviewer asked if I was a “tough cookie”? I went on to proclaim how I had been thrown a lot of challenges,  I was a big believer in positive mental attitude and how it had got me through a lot. Since that interview, I have reflected on my words. I have been praised a lot for my positivity, it’s something I pride myself on in fact but I wanted to take a deeper look into why I think it’s useful? Does it actually make a difference in terms of recovering from an operation for example? Or is it all airy-fairy and trying to defeat the inevitable? Did having PMA help when I was lying unconscious during my surgery? Could it have prevented any of the operations, the cancer diagnosis or other medical complications in the past? The answer is unequivocally no, of course it couldn’t. It wasn’t even that I smiled as I
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The blog about losing a bladder and having my first wee in seven years!

In life, there are a number of things we can all accept being lost or replaced. Most of us replace our phones every two years, we might update our technology, buy a new chair, perhaps a new car. Those are things that are easy to process and accept. As someone who has a complicated medical history, its not completely surprising when I have been told, ‘We have to remove a tumour, we are going to cut this out.’ It makes sense, whilst I don’t expect a shiny new replacement   I know my body will be a better place without it. However when I learned I was going to have my bladder not only removed but also replaced, well that did leave me slightly flummoxed. I will rewind my story a little bit. Seven years ago, hours after finishing my final exam at university I became increasingly unwell. This culminated in a trip to hospital and many more trips followed all relating to urinary tract infections. By the end of the summer of 2012, I was left unable to urinate naturally at all. This in itse

Words

I have always had a wonderful relationship with words. I have devoured books for as long as I can remember. As well as my love of consuming words, writing is also a crucial part of my existence, be it in my journal or a blog post. However when it comes to words to describe my medical conditions I have had a rather different experience. I have had two stories with my urology condition that have left me rather bemused and distressed as I try to unpick and make sense of them. My first experience was one my most bizarre in my journey around the many departments I’ve been to in the NHS. There had been so much confusion about what was going on downstairs, I had now been self-catheterising a few months, without being quite clear on why it had actually happened? Nobody quite seemed to know and I believe this was as a result of seeing numerous different departments. I arrived in the Urology Department at the Leeds General Infirmary, hoping to avoid the nurse mentioned in a previous blo

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Whenever I am discussing my condition or body in general, I see the body and oneself as two separate things that need to work together. They need to be a team to function properly and perform. I felt that with this issue, my body is fighting against me and that is often a difficult thing to contend with. The issue is particularly enlightened when mentioning ones manhood. You need to be a team more than ever, whatever the context and when all this started happening it was a confusing time. It felt like my body had shut down, unwilling to cooperate for the simplest of things like going for a wee! However in the early stages, when I realised I would have to permanently self catheterise, I was told I could meet a urology nurse who would be able to show me how to use these new mythical objects to regain a little bit more control and have an understanding of this new way of life. It was massively reassuring so I headed to the hospital with a slight sense of trepidation.   Again I