I am thoroughly confused. Please help me clarify things. First of all, how can we not be at risk in a pool? My zippy leaks all the time. A constant struggle. I do not bathe or go to pools. Who wants to sit in poo? Or infect others? I was attacked by C. diff, woke up from several months of coma, the Bride of Frankenstein. My problem is that my ileo is much higher than where it should be...and nearly every kind of clothing constricts or binds it. Or now, retracts or protracts, which is painful and causes the flange to lift off like water under tile. The movement of the abdomen aggravates and breaks the glue bond quicker, they tell me. And I cannot tie my shoes...bend over, pushes on stoma. Riding a bike, running, leak. Hot steam. Or humidity, leak. Pick up anything that strains abs, like a case of food, or 40 pounds of potatoes (I used to be a chef), leak. I am not seeing adult activity, basic life is a challenge. I know this sounds whiny. Let me tell you, I have had CML for 13 years, off and on 3 rounds of experimental meds that have numbers for names. I worked in Europe and Chicago and cared for two sets of grandparents aging, and my family...and most people never knew how sick I was. Cancer never impeded my life. But Zelda Zippy has completely derailed me. I woke up to tubes 88 pounds. They said you might die yet. And I said well, we will see. All the info was "don't eat this" and then Z said it's okay. The doctor said no idea really. So I ate and stretched...I have a 12-inch scar, cut stem to stern. I had to relearn to walk, get off the drugs. Fought to go home. Fired the visiting nurse the second the final gap closed. Taught myself to walk, weaned myself from the morphine when they would not. And finally, rejected the idea of disability. Drove a 26-foot truck, a car trailer, and 3 kitties from NM to Notre Dame. Talked my way into a job... And it has all fallen to the mud. Pantyhose required for work with skirts caused illness and leaks. She sits too high and waistbands rub. Forget jeans, instant leak. Or chef's pants. Heat, humidity, dehydrate, dizzy, pass out, nauseous. Cancer never did this. Puke, floss. Brush. Move on. Rest a bit, move on. I did what I wanted. But ileo? It has ruined my life. Thank you for listening.