Evie, aged two (the terrible twos?) is the light of my life and we went to the shops yesterday. I have laways been up front with my stoma and my bag and she has asked a lot of questions. In the queue at the CO-OP we arrived at the checkout. I have got a large rupture on my stoma and sometimes it pokes out very conspicuously. Evei turned round, patted my lump, and explained to the check out operator and anyone else who…
