Sue, without the surgery that you had, you may not be here with us today, so think of it as a blessing because life goes on. Originally, I had an ileostomy, and I was supposed to be put back together. I had rectal cancer, and the surgeon had left a little bit of my rectum to reattach my colon and my intestines. However, cancer came back at the surgical incision, and I was unable to be put back together. I feel blessed that I wasn't because I don't know how well I would've done if I had to wear diapers for the rest of my life because I couldn't hold my poop. So I claim it, and now they put my little intestines back together again, closed up the ileostomy, and now I have a colostomy. I claim it, I own it, and it's mine, and without it, there would be no quality of life. Yes, I have scars that look like railroad tracks, and they'll lighten up, not feel as firm, and everything will be OK. I treat my colostomy like my best friend, although no, I haven't named it. I'm not gonna; the best thing I'm gonna do is claim that it's mine because there was one point in my life that I thought if I can't be put back together again, I'd rather die. Well, guess what? That was a lie because I have so much to live for, and so do you. Maybe no one can relate, but you've got a whole site here of people who can relate to the good, the bad, the medical suppliesâeverything. Someone in here can help, and if not, they'll direct you to who might be able to help you. So you're not a Debbie Downer, and welcome to our group. It's a pleasure to have you.