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‘People think when you have inflammatory bowel disease that you just go to the toilet a lot, but it’s more than that…’


Michelle Byrne was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis in Crohn’s and Colitis Awareness Week and share how it impacts her life.

I was actually diagnosed during Crohn’s and Colitis Awareness Week two years ago, which was a bit of a coincidence. It just came out of nowhere – I had been pregnant with my second baby and there were some things during the pregnancy that I suppose were a sign that something was going on, but I never thought it would be colitis.

Basically, I was bleeding intermittently after bowel motions so I went to the GP and he put it down to me being six months pregnant, which was perfectly reasonable.

Other than that and having gestational diabetes, it was a healthy pregnancy and a normal delivery – everything was great.

I came home from the hospital with Emily and then less than two weeks later, I noticed I was going to the toilet more, but on top of that was the urgency.

To begin with, I thought it was a postnatal thing, that I was tired and stressed, that my body was getting over the trauma of labour and I was trying to look after two young kids.

Then I started to think it was a bug and I remember being in M&S and I had my shiny new baby with me – she was all beautiful and pink – and all of a sudden I had the terrible urgency.

I was running so hard I actually fell on the ground, thankfully I made it to the bathroom, but I came home and cried to Stuart that I wasn’t leaving the house again until the bug had passed.

By this stage, I was trying every herbal remedy and over the counter medication for diarrhoea you could think of, but nothing was working.

I also started bleeding and there was quite a lot of blood.

My sister has ulcerative colitis, so I was aware of it, although I had no idea of exactly what she went through during a flare up.

I actually said to my mum that I thought I had ulcerative colitis and she said I was running away with myself, but when I told my sister my symptoms, she said it sounded like colitis.

By the time I went to the doctor, Emily wasn’t even three weeks old and I was completely exhausted. I could barely keep my eyes open.

Even getting up to make a bottle for Emily was exhausting, which in turn made me feel useless because I couldn’t even care for my children.

When I was at the GP, they did some blood tests and within a few hours of leaving the surgery I was really quite unwell so I rang the GP out-of-hours.

They were able to see the results of my blood tests and they told me to pack a bag and go straight to hospital because my inflammatory markers were extremely high.

They did more blood tests at A&E and my inflammatory markers were crawling higher and higher, so I was put on IV steroids and paracetamol straight away.

By this stage, I was going to the toilet 15 times a day, I was losing a lot of blood and the whole situation was getting quite dangerous.

I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis and I stayed in hospital for three nights until they got the condition under control.

It was so hard before I left for the hospital because Emily was just a newborn and I knew I was leaving her behind, so I sat on the settee with her before I left and smelled her and held her.

Leaving her was harder than you can ever imagine and I was so pleased when I was discharged, but I ended up back in hospital on December 16.

When you have ulcerative colitis, you’re more susceptible to blood clots.

I was having a family night out, I was taking Sophie to the Enchanted Garden in Antrim, it was meant to be a night out just for me and her after everything she had been through with Emily being born and me being in hospital.

But I started to take a pain in my back and getting breathless and eventually it got so bad that my dad took me to A&E.

By the time I got there, I couldn’t sit or stand because the pain was so severe.

It turned out that I had a pulmonary embolism (PE), pneumonia, fluid on my lung and my lung had completely collapsed. Within 10 minutes of coming back up from my scan, the doctor came to see me and said I had a massive clot on my lung and I needed to start blood thinning treatment urgently.

He said if I’d been diagnosed much later, I wouldn’t have survived.

It was horrible being in hospital away from the girls again and I was really sick – if I wanted to go to the bathroom, I had to take oxygen with me.

I didn’t get out of hospital until Christmas Day night, so I spent Emily’s first Christmas in hospital, although we celebrated Christmas on Boxing Day instead.

I did have to go back into hospital on Boxing Day for a blood test, but at least it was only an hour and half out of my day.

Then I ended up back in hospital on January 12 again with a suspected pulmonary embolism.

I was having the same pain as before but on the other side and I was having problems breathing.

They said there was no point scanning me because I was still on blood thinners and if I was diagnosed with another PE, the treatment wouldn’t change.

They upped my warfarin and I spent another two nights in hospital before I was allowed home.

Everything went okay until I ended up back in hospital over Easter, this time because my colitis was flaring up.

I had really low iron as well because I had lost so much blood, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was dizzy just walking up the stairs, so I needed an iron fusion.

I was still on steroids and every time they tried to reduce the dose, my colitis would flare up so I was put on a funding list for infliximab and I started that in May 2018.

It got me off the steroids although I have had a few flare ups, but I think they were more stress related, which for someone with ulcerative colitis can have a considerable effect.

I’ve always been a busy person and I have found it hard that I can’t do everything that I could do prior to becoming ill.

I have had such wonderful help from my family, they have been there helping me to look after the girls when I’m not able.

There are days when I can’t do the school run and I have to ask someone to pick up Sophie and make the girls’ dinner. I am so lucky that I have family who are nearby and able to help.

Read full story by Lisa Smyth here.

Posted on: December 5 2019

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