Hello all, I was just musing to myself today, gee, maybe I've gotten the right equipment (pouch/flange/tape) combination, haven't had a blowout in weeks. Well, the count begins anew because out of the blue, my 3-day old rig was blown apart by something I ate. Last time I could blame it on Thai food (although I'd had the exact same meal twice before, even during chemo without incident). This time I'd eaten Cheerios in the morning and rotisserie chicken this evening. Checked everything before I left out (of course I was going out, this has only happened once at home), then a familiar small pain, went to the restroom and checked, everything's okay. Five minutes later--EXPLOSION. Due to an acute attack of pancreatitis, requiring a week's hospital stay (NOTHING by mouth for 4 days), for the past couple of weeks I've actually been adhering to the low-fat/low-cholesterol/low-taste diet I should have been using for over 40 years. I'd had NO digestive problems except for constipation until my diagnosis of rectal cancer last year--so I'm STILL trying to adjust. For about 3 weeks or so, I celebrated getting close to my pre-surgery, pre-chemo weight by eating whatever I wanted, no brakes. Well, pancreatitis brought me to my senses, I thought. Went back to work two days out of the hospital (I can do it all, have it all, be everywhere, do everything) -- suffering with a blinding migraine, crashed into a pole. Here for all the world to see; I SURRENDER MY SUPERWOMAN COSTUME. Tickling round the back of my mind is irrigation, I hate the idea vehemently, but these sudden surprise attacks of what I'd consider diarrhea for no apparent reason, sink me back to 3-4 months post-surgery. I make one step forward and slide back three. I'm normally a very optimistic, positive person, but this - for the rest of my life? So hard to take, yes I know, be grateful to be alive, but when it's really tough when you're standing in a handicapped stall (thank God) butt ass naked using bottled water and toilet tissue to clean yourself up, and no matter how many times I washed my hands, I swear I still smell crap, hours later. So I guess I needed to vent, or else I'll cry.....the cup of tears is still full. So please somebody, tell me how much better things get when you irrigate. And how the heck do I learn how to do it? And thanks for being here, because no matter how sympathetic friends are, they don't really understand.