So, for the past 6 years now I have been dealing with colorectal cancer, thought we had it whipped via chemo and radiation once, but the little barstid came back and the chemo didn’t touch it so I ended up getting my rectum and the end 20 cm of colon removed on Feb 14th.
I spent 5 days in hospital, and was sent home with a foley catheter in for urine, and a brand new Stoma [named P’tit Joey after Le Petomane, because for the first few weeks I farted LOTS. Which did nothing for my dignity, but did make my inner 12 year old boy giggle a lot.] mrAru, being crosstrained medical by the Navy has done all my wound care over the past 30 years so they were willing to send me home still hooked up, and he did my wound care though I did all the emptying of pee and drainage, and measuring/tracking the results. I had weekly visits from the official home health nurse to get the log of results, and do a quick visual check just to make sure everything went well.
At the 2 week point, I went in and had my foley removed, and one of the drains because it stopped having drainage to deal with, and the wound site had healed well enough that the wound site would not be infected by urine passing the area, and I was cleared for sitz baths to clean the area after urination. The week after the other two drains came out, and all that was left was waiting for the interior sutures to absorb and the exterior ones to get pulled at the one month mark by the nurse [or at least the ones that didn’t actually decide to dissolve and fall out on their own.]
Other than now pooping into a bag which actually improved my quality of life a hundredfold, nothing has changed. My diet has gone back to all the regular foods I ate before, I just have to make sure everything is chewed properly [nothing quite as funny as the string from a whole long string bean extruding out in the poop =) ] I even manage whole kernal corn, and the leathery skin from those really large canned butterbeans. [hey, don’t judge, I happen to love them with butter, salt, pepper and lemon.]
And as an odd aside, mrAru and I decided that once I land permanently in a wheelchair from the damned spinal stenosis, I am getting a matching urostomy [peeing in a bag] because it will be more dignified than wearing a diaper while struggling to get to a toilet.
So, I think I covered most everything, but ask away. I would be willing to take pix of P’tit Joey, but stomas are pretty boring, they are just a little bit of intestine on the outside instead of tucked away on the inside. They have no nerve endings, so they don’t hurt or tickle to take care of, and many people give theirs names [there are a few threads over on reddit r/ostomy where people mention what they named theirs. My favorites are Vladimir Poopin and Poopoo Baggins, the possessor of the Brown Ring of the Middle Girth =) ]