Tigerlily, the article you wrote back on April 24th captured me! First before I comment on ostomy care and caregivers, let me tell you that when my younger brother was age 4-6 yrs., (and he's now 57) my parents bought him a huge stuffed bear. He would often try to hit my sister and I and would receive punishment. That was why mom and dad got him the bear...to take his frustrations out on it! When he got this bear, he would put a pair of his play shorts and t-shirt on him and don't you know my brother named the bear Tigerlily Bell! It just brought up fond memories I thought I'd share and say thank you for bringing back a fun time in my life!
I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis in 1968. After a couple of years of hemorrhaging, going from 100 lbs to 75 lbs (and being 5'6" tall looking like a refugee), and all the other symptoms that we ostomates have and/or are experiencing, I was flown back on a medical flight from Hiroshima, Japan to Bethesda Naval Hospital and upon admission, stayed there for 6 months. I was married on June 1970 and spent my first year anniversary in the hospital with an ostomy and clinging to life. By the time they had done the surgery, all my organs were covered with a layer of pus. (While in Japan, I tried to cover all my pain by taking handfuls of the steroid meds and pain relievers so I could do all the fun stuff young newlyweds do). I brought this up to my husband many years ago and he was beyond shocked.
In the 6 months I spent in the hospital, they had me in a room with another young girl my age who also was "gifted" with an ostomy. We both shared the same ostomy nurse team. After a few sessions with them we felt very comfortable and still had our dignity. We made a not so good time into sessions we looked forward to.
Enterostomal Nurses or ostomy nurses can make or break ya. I too was and still am receiving all my care, my ongoing updates and education from my ostomy team and my supplies through the military and have been since 1970 when I married my handsome Marine hunk!!!
To this day, all I do is call my GI doc, tell him the problem I'm having and he tells me to come in within a day or two-----keeping in mind I live almost two hours away ONE WAY!!! I am Blessed. I realize that but I know too that too many of my fellow ostomates are not finding their way so 'smooth' for lack of a better word.
As an employee at a local Hospital here in VA., I never had a problem sharing my disease with others who inquired. Hence, when a patient came to us prior to having an ostomy, who might have already had an ostomy upon arrival, I was asked if I would be o.k. With seeing that patient to just talk with them, share tidbits about whatever they wanted to talk about or just jump in with caring for an ostomy. I LOVED IT AND COULD SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE DOING SO. If I don't know the answer to something, I WILL find out and you will not have to wait. We all know what it's like to hear someone on the other end of the phone or at the foot of the bed say "We'll get back to you". Yea right.
Sometimes we are all we have....one another. I get so fired up when I hear of ostomates not having access to the education that is MANDATORY for proper ostomy care, for a healthy life.
I know I have rambled on but honestly, I'm not sorry. I believe in doing what I can to see to it that this kind of negligence is unacceptable and those who ignore the importance of this education should be held accountable.
DON'T MAKE ME MAD!!!!!!
Thank you Tigerlily, I forgot now why!!!!!!