I also had to lose part of my vagina; it was where the cancer started, then spread by creating a fistula to the sigmoid section of my large intestine (right above my rectum). It also spread to the back of my bladder.
So I have two “twin” stomas—“born” on the same day, 4 March 2024.
My husband has been wonderful about it all, just glad I'm still alive, very kind and supportive, and living up to wedding vows of in sickness and in health.
But I have to admit that we both “dance” gingerly around the stomas, as we are worried that they will leak, as both have done so with other physical activity—even just movements like bending over to pick things up off the floor, or even sitting forward at too much of an angle for a long period for a meal where the table and chair position makes the severe angle of sitting cause the urine stoma to sink into the skin. I've learned to lean forward to take a bite and then put my fork down and then sit back to chew.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that this is still MY body and it doesn't belong to the surgeons and other medical staff who are so often “working” on it—like a car at the mechanics! Having radiation treatment right now, hoping to get the last bit of cancer out of my body once and for all. And get back to living… and living it up!!!


