In a previous thread we started a discussion on our Stoma’s outputs and the unpredictability of dealing with it.
This led to us sharing the names that we call them.
I thought I would be a little bit of fun to have a separate thread here.
Mines called Whoopi.
I was still unsure of it until I ate beans.
She then became a whoopee cushion.
Please share yours.
That’s just what my hubby says. Ill have what you’re having! Why he’s got a working Bowel he can eat anything. Yesterday a well meaning friend bought in some cakes in amongst them was a pecan plait. I dreamed about that cake I thought about putting it in a blender. He ate it mid morning to save me!! Ha ha. That’s one way of putting it. Bless him.
Ann
Me too. We are truly blessed to have support from our loved ones. Sadly my husbands diagnosed Parkinson’s one month after me so we are careers for each other and we are plodding on well. Planning on making most of good days and hibernating together on the bad. Normally snoozing with fire going and TV on.
Ann
hi Aldan- I second that. It's tough stuff this Stoma business especially for those on their own. It's difficult for the carers too. All the focus is on the patient and the carer can be forgotten. I remember the difficulty my husband had getting time off work to take me for Chemo and radiotherapy and on those days complications occured. He used to say everyday he walked down the hospital corridor to my ward he never knew what to expect. What tube would be shoved into what orafice. Other times I'd have a tube in my neck or down my throat. I remember all the times he wheeled me down for xrays or scans. This was to establish why I had blockages after the first op.
I used to get hubby to bring in bottled drinks, cakes and toffees for the elderly ladies in my ward who didn't get visitors. This was when I was fed via a tube. The toffees were for the lady who had no teeth- she used to like sucking them. Me and another elderly lady used to play a game where we sprayed each other (at a distance) with surface cleaner. Sounds silly now but it was a bit of light relief.
Kath
"don't think about tomorrow"
I'm so sad to hear the news about your husband, what an awful thing to have happened! My husband was going for all sorts of tests around the same time as me, he had had a suspicious cough for about 2 years, but thankfully it turned out to be just scarring on his lungs! Your attitude is fantastic, you keep us all happy and smiling, so thank you and all good wishes to both of you,
Moira x
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