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I had an ileostomy placed in March of 2024. I got no support at the hospital in either the gastro surgical floor and most definitely not the leukemia floor! I was terrified of being moved to the leukemia floor (I have one chronic leukemia and two acute leukemias, including a rare one that has no cure but actually seems to be doing okay.) Sometimes I wonder if having an ileostomy has been helping leukemia issues as the way foods and meds move around is so different. I can eat Cheerios and bagels and cream cheese and pasta, potatoes (white), and most rice, which I like to make with bone broth for the nutrition. I eat fish, including shellfish, and chicken and all cuts of meat. It's mostly lunches that have me stumped. I believe I have gluten issues, but bagels seem to be exempt from that, thank goodness. Possibly lactose intolerant. I just hate when I'm in a restaurant and everyone has these healthy veggies with their meals, and there on my plate is a huge lobster. By itself. Someone above was talking about support. I don't have it. I have a husband who has been great and one friend who helps drive me for my chemo and stuff. Support is not a common aspect of cancer life unless you are very lucky. From family, friends, or physicians. And they just found some massive embolisms in my lungs and legs, so along with the leukemia and ileostomy, it makes life difficult (however manageable). Although I do have to say the ileostomy is the worst lol. Someone above mentioned having my husband bring food to me in the hospital. We were over 100 miles away, and he drove out and stayed at a hotel for two days. He was working. I had no place to store food, and they probably would have taken it anyway!! And what I also realized is that if you do not have someone at your bedside, friend or family, at ALL times, you are left to your own devices. I experienced it and recently read an email I sent to a friend where hospital responses were great until my husband left. Then there was nothing. This was at Memorial Sloan Kettering. Major NY hospital. But it was the truth. I couldn't even get a nurse to come in sometimes π³π³. And I was in for 5 months. Had 3 showers. No tooth brushing. Rarely had sheet changes. Doctors were a laugh. My doctors. Again. Everyone who had someone in there with them had doctors who sat and talked to them. My doctors trooped in. "Labs are good" and walked out. And I even accidentally caught him on tape when I was videoing my ostomy and wound vac changes so I would know how to do itπ‘!! I periodically realize that these months of January-March of 2025 have been a blessing to me. I was inside a hospital where the bed faced away from the window. I didn't even see the sun. Or celebrate holidays and birthdays. Hard to imagine how I survived, but I still find it hard to go outside now. I'm coping. Doing probably better than expected since I had an oncologist recently tell me that she couldn't believe when she saw my name on the appointment list because she thought I was dead π³π³π«€. That's the support I get. Oh well. I'm doing okay. Trying new foods. My hair has grown back in. My body loves the one week a month of chemo. Life could be worse. π¦β€οΈπ₯°