It's hard to age. Grow older. Looking at ourselves in the mirror day after day... we don't fully notice the march of time on our faces.
Thinning hair turns gray and recedes. Hair begins sprouting everywhere it's not supposed to. Our facial bone structure matures, altering appearance. Body muscle morphs into fat. Try as we might, nothing stops Father Time.
My wife continually gripes at me to color my gray hair and mustache. To control this household vitriol, I do it occasionally. "Why!" I implore... "can't you let me be?"... dammit. "Oh," she purrs, "you look 20 years younger." Really? I look like an old man with hideous dyed hair.
Fortunately, with my hair disappearance rate, soon she'll have to be happy with a dark hat.
Toss an ostomy into this chronological soup. Simple tasks turn into minor challenges. Like bending over to pick up dropped supplies during wafer change. My cat, the Weasel, has her ears scorched by cuss words I invent on the fly... watching as I attempt to bend over. Mrs. B briefly appears outside the bathroom door, admonishing me about foul language and proper Christian grace. Then she reminds me... dye that damn hair.

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We sat down with two influential people in the ostomy community, to find out how they cope during challenging times.
Read what they had to say.
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Ostomy surgery is stressful both for the patient and the caregiver, and creates a major life change for both people in a relationship.
Learn how to care for your loved one, while still taking care of yourself.
Learn how to care for your loved one, while still taking care of yourself.