Hello all, I haven't been on in a long time, as my life is not what it should be and nowhere to turn. I had my surgery while living in Florida in 2009. The attending physician told me he thought I had a gallbladder attack and he sent me to the hospital only to be met by a surgeon. The first thing I said to the surgeon was I didn't want to be cut, as I don't do well with anesthesia. The next thing I know is I am real groggy and being wheeled to the operating room. Well, these two surgeons made a mess of me and as it turned out, I had colon cancer, and they were not specialists, so they did a horrible job and also said my cancer was spread and I had about 6 months to live. As a result of not having a good doctor, my colostomy was placed so low that the appliance lays where my leg is. I was in intensive care for 10 days on a respirator as my breathing was horrible and I was septic. What next? Well, they transferred me to a rehab home where I stayed for 8 weeks learning to walk all over again. During this time, nobody ever came in to show me how to change the bag, they just kept sending people in to do it for me as the appliance would not stay on and I was always leaking all over. Well, I was sent home with a nurse to come to my house to help. Talk about shock when she found out I didn't know how to manage my stoma. The next big factor was when she saw where it is placed she knew I had big problems. Well, to jump to the next part of my story and my depression on life. I moved back to NJ where I had family and started chemo and lived with pain all the time from my stoma area being so sore. I have seen three doctors here and all of them say the same thing, I am not a candidate for more surgery but unfortunately, I suffer all the time. My primary doctor said to take my pain meds and forget about surgery. Well, now the pain is not controlled with the meds. I don't know how much longer I can take this pain and I have been to an ET nurse and yes it is all about changing the appliance but nothing helps. I suffer all the time and am at a loss as to what to do. My family is no help at all, as they don't want to talk about this bag or hear anything so I live alone and wonder if my time is drawing near. Well, thanks to all for letting me vent and any advice as to who to see next will be welcome. I am a 69-year-old female, Joyce.
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Hi Crossley. Ya know, I think it’s all about feelings. I don’t mean the pain feelings which could control everything. I mean the feelings inside our heads, our hearts and even our souls. I mean the feelings of who we are now compared to who we were; how we accept our situation or maybe we don’t. My wife asked how I felt and I said, “like crap”. She asked what hurt and I answered, “Nothing hurts, well, everything hurts, I don’t know, It all sucks.” That was a long time ago. You question if your feelings are normal. How normal is it to relocate your butt hole to your belly where it’s usually in the way of your belt and, you know. But that’s where we are and for lots of us we are so much better off than we were before, physically. Emotionally, psychologically, well, that might be a different story. I believe talk therapy is wonderful if we could find a real empathic or sympathetic listener. So guess what! I found MAO and began “talking” with a keyboard with some of the wisest, kindest most sympathetic and compassionate folks on the planet. Regardless of where we’ve been, lots of folks here have been there and worse places and found their way back healthier and happier. We really do help each other.
Keep “talking”,
Mike
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