It’s easy for me to forget when a big deal it is for me to have my Botox in my bladder. Because I have it every 12 weeks, because I have a really great team who minimise any trauma that’s part of the process, it’s just become normal to me, and to my loved ones. It’s just part of Being Amy-Claire. And I often get really cross at myself when I feel so unwell after the op. But as my nurse Mark pointed out tonight, it’s A BIG DEAL. A general anaesthetic is hard on any body, but my body doesn’t work properly to begin with, never mind after pumping it full of drugs and cutting/injecting etc! Every time I fall asleep in that operating theatre could be the time I never wake up. Even with an amazing, experienced team who know me (and who’ve gotten me through cardiac and breathing difficulties before expertly), there’s so much risk involved in this procedure. So why do it, you ask? Because whilst there’s a chance the op may kill me, the spasms it stops would definitely kill me, and I’d have a shit quality of life whilst I was waiting to die. In short, it’s worth taking the risk for the pay off. But yeah, sometimes I’m way to hard on myself post op... today I’m trying to be kind to my body, and thank it for surviving another trial 💪🏻!! #palliativecarewarrior #postopcare #botoxinmybladder (at Neath Port Talbot Hospital) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzT5ZCOhvWl/?igshid=vsff3ci0sty3