Wedding bliss…


Tomorrow is the day for the first of my two rescheduled exams, and I can´t say that I am looking forward to it. So what better to do (than read and prepare) – posting some of all our lovely weddings pictures from our two great days in July.


We had several photographers on our wedding day, and my friend Michelle was so sweet to do an excellent job for us! Some of these are hers, and some are from our fathers. They are all in one big crazy mess now..


Looking at them makes me so happy. I wish I could travel back in time and do it again.



I Love Jolinas legs in this one – she looks so grown-up.


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Our cute little girls. They did so well for the ceremony. Just sat nice and still paying attention. Later, for my speech, it was quite a different story – lots of noise and fun – but they had a good time!


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And a precious moment when my dad sang a song for me -



Then off to London! Another awesome party!


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I did not do do a choreographed dance with Alan, even though it would have been the coolest. Jolina got to do the jump in stead – and she was well happy. Next time we celebrate I want more dancing.



Two perfect days. I could not ask for any more than this.






Procrastination and hopefully not jinxing it..


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For the last couple of hours – THIS is what I have spent my time googling. And Oogling I guess.

Not really useful, but in my mind I am counting down the days until my bag is gone. Hopefully gone, I say, cause I still worry that it will stay forever. Perhaps all this longing for it to go away jinxes it, and the doctors can´t reverse the operation…

No! Positive thinking, Karoline. Positive thinking.

And since I feel both I  and Alan got cheated out of anykind of white see-through romantic sexy awesome over-the-top bridal action on the wedding night – or any other night, I will be going crazy in this stuff once I can.

- And of course I could now. In theory. There is nothing stopping me putting these garments on my body. But no. Even though I am proud enough to post a #getyourbellyout picture on Instagram, I still can´t “sex up” a stoma bag. So rather cover it.

But in 24 days I hopefully won´t have to anymore.

Just you wait world, I will be walking around the house in something like this all the time! (Or perhaps not THAT one in particular…There is some wild and crazy stuff out there..)



Summer break sigh



At last I am back from the long break. I don´t even dare look at how long it actually is since my last post, but it feels like ages.

A lot has happened. Marriage the most important thing for sure. But apart from that it has not been quiet either. I will post lots ans lots (and LOTS) of wedding pictures later, but for now I think I just need to breathe. A long written breath of all the things that are going on inside me.


The day after tomorrow it will be 3 months exactly since  my operation. I was supposed to only have the ileostomy for those 3 months (which is NOW), but due to summer holiday and all I will be having it an extra month. That means, if all is well with the healing inside my, as I will go to have checked out in a couple of weeks. If the doctors say ok, then I am off to the surgery table again, hopefully to come back without a bag attached to my stomach. That sounds great, doesn´t it!

Of course it is hard for me to really trust that that will happen. That all will go well, and that no complications will occur. My worrying nature is not dealing with all this very well. Apart from that, there also is the fact that after the operation is reversed my body won´t function as well as it used to. So the even worse taboo-thing like crapping your pants might happen. That is no fun, and also kind of tough on your social life. (All you ladies out there going through crazy hard childbirths with that kind of complications, please feel free to comment and say that it´s really not that bad.) Shit happens. But not a thing to look forward to, when you finally think you will be yourself again. When I imagine myself in a month, all I see is me wearing nothing but bikinis or cropped tops. But perhaps I will not enjoy it that much, if I will be stuck in the toilet all the time.


But so far I still have a ileostomy. And I took a picture of it today for the #getyourbellyout campaign. It was in the gym, after showering there after my class – IN PUBLIC – for the first time in these 3 months.

I felt oddly about it.

For one, all the amazing nice comments make me blush and smile.

Secondly I feel that I am such a fake for doing it, since I will (most likely) not have my stoma in a month. So it´s like this weird accessory I borrowed, and then it suddenly gives me lots of attention.

Third – I am sure I would not be coping half as well if my stoma was permanent – like it is for most of the people with it, and which I fear is going to happen to me, if I get sick again.


Vanity and the fear of dying. Such simple emotions that both grip me most of the time.


One of my old friends sent me a message last night, ending it with the words – “remember you are well and cancer-free” which was nice to hear. Maybe even nicer because she is a doctor. But I really need to remind myself of that, because in my head I still feel sick, worried and afraid of being sick.

I hope it will change when my body feels more like my own again.




Thanks for listening. Apart from all this life is good. Great. It´s awesome to finally be able to call Alan my husband, and I so enjoy the ring on my finger.

The next post will be less about poop and more about the wedding.


The weirdest countdown for a long time..


I don´t know how normal people prepare for a wedding. And with normal, I don´t really know what I mean, maybe just people who can focus only on the wedding. Without having to worry about other things.


Those people probably don´t exist, and I feel quite stupid for writing it.


What I mean is just – I am getting married in 6 days. 6 days!


And I feel like I would have liked to prepare more.


Back when we planned the whole thing, decided on a date, now more than 4 months ago, we were just so excited and so happy. And I was looking forward to all this planning, matching napkins and flowers, little wedding presents for all the guests, everything being beautiful and thoroughly planned out – and most of all perfect.


Then cancer came along. Cancer does not care about perfect.


Suddenly we had worse shit to think about, and the wedding was a weird thought in my mind. Something in the near future, but I could not really grasp it – what if it would turn into the saddest event of all times in stead of being happy and awesome.

Then I had surgery, and the cancer was gone. I was well, even though still in pain and super stressed about my body not really working properly. That pain is mostly gone now, I can wee myself (yay) and I have gotten used to my stoma as well (as used to it as you can get, I guess), and the only sideeffect of it all now, is just that I still get really tired quickly.

So all is well – it´s just that this wedding is happening right now, so soon, and I feel so underprepared. It´s not that I have not made stuff for it, I have done my 2 dresses, some dresses for the girls, I have practised and failed at doing my hair a million times, tried to make  weddingcake tests,  I have even thought about lipstick and nailpolish colour. But  I still just don´t feel really ready.

I don´t feel happy enough.

I imagined the build-up to the wedding would be such a positive, exciting time. So much joy, love and  anticipation. But in stead we have been sad, stressed worried and overexhausted. And even though the immidiate fear of dying right now is gone, their is a huge build-up of anxiety and sadness in me. Just not that much space for happiness, even though it´s all I want to feel.


The last couple of weeks we have desperately tried to finish our delayed exams, to not have them hanging over our head for celebrationstime. We have tried to clean, make less mess, prepare the garden so it does not look like a dump when we are having guests over. We have made endless lists of shit to do, and stressed about all the things we have not done yet.

I imagined that we would just be jumping and running around in flowery meadows. Kiss all the time. Giggle over how much in love we are. Practising our amazing beautuful personal vows. And more romantic silly stuff.

Ha! That has not happened.


But we do love each other, and we sometimes giggle. And we have sometimes slowed down to do nice stuff. Perhaps even kissed once or twice.


It´s just the way it is, especially with what has been happening. Perhaps, if we had no other stress, no cancer and all that filth, I would have been the worst bridezilla ever. Lucky for Alan I have not had the time or the energy for that.  I have not been on a crazy diet, obsessing over wedding menus or if my cake will fail miserably. Right now I don´t even really give a damn that I am wearing a bag of poop under my dress. Yes, it sucks, but that´s the way it is. I am not perfect, and that bag there is a great reminder, that I am just me. That even though I am heavier than before, older, more annoying maybe, and now with a stoma-bag (that does not go well with sexy white bridal underwear, I tell you) then I am me, and appearantly Alan is happy and ok to marry that.

Not it will just happen. As it is. And it will be amazing, gorgeous and great. How can it not. Happiness does not come from matching flowers and napkins.


Race for Life with my Bestie


I have this amazing friend – my best friend from when I was 13. We have been through a lot together, and because she lives in London still, I miss her very much.


Her way of dealing with my cancer has been to take on pretty much every Race for Life in London she could find. Which means she has been raising money, running her pants off, and will continue to do so – all this summer. For me!

No way of saying how that makes me feel, apart from very grateful,  fuzzy and warm in my heart.


I just found out that there is a run the week when we are in London this summer, which means that I can run alongside her. Or huff and puff and stumble alongside her. But anyways, how great is that going to be! She has done all this to fight cancer, to raise money, to support all the victims and survivors,  and then I can actually take part too. It´s going to be awesome.


Fuck you cancer, we are coming to get you.

My homegirl – running for me.

Damdadadadadadaaaaaam – the Ring!


Ok, it is not actuallly physicallly here yet. But the engraving is ordered and on it´s way.


It has been a bit of a struggle to figure out the perfect words to write inside it. Alan did come up with something really nice, I totally loved it, but they said in the shop it was too long. And it wasn´t long at all, I just think they were being cheap with the engraving-work, since I have seen really looooong quotes inside other rings. But well, then we had to think hard and come up with something new.


- What defines us? What makes our relationship special?


And I thought about what it was like that summer in 2007 when we first met. How we were so in love. How we were so ridiculously smug and kissy all over the place – everywhere. (How we both miss it.) And I thought of all the people shouting get a room to us; on the street, the beach (sorry), and other places.


So that´s what it´s going to say. Get a room – Happy ever after.


It´s silly. But it´s fun, and it´s us. And maybe it will remind me to kiss some more.

- and here is a photo of my hand. With two other rings. Until the 14th of July.



Enter cancer-worrying and beautiful dresses


Today has been a strange day. Bad and good. Or weird and good. Weird and then great actually.

It began early this morning with a trip to Aalborg to a consultation with some doctors I have not met before. It was about trying to map out why I was so unlucky to get such an old-mans-cancer at such a young age. So they asked me loads of questions about cancer in my family, trying to figure out any indicators that it could be hereditary. There were no obvious clues but they would still like to investigate further. Like a bloody crime drama. Them they also found some genes that cause the colon cancer in the tissue they took out at my surgery, and they would like to find out if they had spontaneously just happened to form, or if I had that mutation in me. (If any doctors are reading sorry if it sounds strange, perhaps I did not really understand it..)

No matter what my family will now be tested and checked up for colon cancer, so will the girls when they get older, and if I have the gene mutation I will be checked lots more than what’s the plan for now.

It’s weird. Because it makes me feel more sick.

After all this happened to me I have tried to feel normal, tried to not think about all the horrible shit that happened, the even worse shit that could have happened, and the risk of more horrible shit coming in the future.

But this morning made it all so real. I AM in a bigger risk group now. No matter what.

The good thing is that I will be checked up. And I just have to hope and pray that they will catch it if anything evil starts growing inside me again.
Because that is obvious still my biggest fear. Death and serious illness is still so close, and suddenly I felt reminded of that even though I am trying hard to cope with these dark thoughts in the normal everyday.

Perhaps I AM well. Perhaps nothing bad will ever happen to me again. Perhaps it’s all cake and sunshine from here. But for a worrying mind that seems unrealistic. And I am a worrier.

So bleh. What a weird start to the day.


- and now to something completely different ..

To make it better I went and shopped for some fabric for the wedding dresses. I have tried to use leftover scraps, and old skirt from London, a blouse that fitted badly etc, but I needed more supplies. If not the long skirt would have been made of bed linen. It looks way better with lace and sequins.

It took my mind of the annoying thoughts, and this afternoon has been spent with my sewing machines finishing the two dresses for the wedding ceremony in Denmark and the party in London. I am more than happy with how they have come out. I feel as elegant as I possibly can with a stoma-bag, and that is great!

I a not ready for this wedding (in less than 3 weeks!) at all, but it am ready to slip into those dresses and be the happiest bride ever.

It’s happening. It’s amazingly awesome. I will be Mrs. Hughes. Ha!