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As providence would have it, my husband has also needed a bag of sorts (he's had a few bladder cancer procedures recently, requiring him to wear a catheter bag for several days in a row each time).
To see the two of us wandering around the house in our bathrobes, kissing each other goodnight - while bumping bags - has been a great source of mirth and merriment around here.
On a more serious note, we have learned a lot about how needing to wear an appliance of any kind on a permanent basis can affect one's psyche. I thought it was just me, but now I see how it has affected my husband... he really feels restricted and can't wait to get back to his former "normal."
Even though he has been nothing but supportive to me throughout my ostomy journey, I think his own recent experience may have given him even more of a gut feel for the reality I live through on a daily basis.
It has also made me realize that what I am going through is not that easy for anyone - positive attitude or not. However, given enough time, the ostomy itself does lose its power over you to live your best life. Eventually, you decide what's important to you and pursue it, regardless of this nuisance appliance. No one said we had to flat-out love it, right?
M
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