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I've spent the last 2 evenings on the laptop looking at places that we could take a family holiday next summer. 

Since I've been ill we have had some long weekends away but all of them in this country and have not had a weeks holiday for years. 

I've never felt confident enough to go abroad for a week given the unpredictability of my illness, the amount of medical and stoma supplies I would need to take and the thought of going somewhere where they don't speak English. Sometimes explaining my medical history to doctors and nurses in this country can be a challenge- I can't imagine what it would be like with a language barrier too!

I still don't think I'm ready to take on a week abroad given that I don't yet know how well I'm going to be after the op and how long it will take me to fully regain bowel continence. 

Last thing I want is to be shitting myself on a Spanish beach or trying to get medication from a pharmacy in Ibiza. 

So I'm looking at Cornwall- an area that I totally love. I holidayed there loads as a child and have so many happy memories there that now I have my own family I want to go and make some more. 

There was a lady in St Marks that had travelled from St Ives and now I'm kicking myself for not grilling her on where the best places are to stay (that won't break the bank). You never know, maybe she'll be in the next time I go for a St Marks mini-break!!

NB x
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