Hello tinmlizzy.
You'll be fine as long as you take a bit of confidence and plenty of spare supplies. I have travelled on long-haul flights on many occasions and have only been stopped on one occasion by airport authorities. That was because I was wearing a home-made hernia belt which I ommitted to take off when going through the Xray machine. I explained that I had a stoma and offered to show them. They escorted me to a separate room and invited about 6 other staff members to have a look. I was happy to discuss the stoma and its problems with them and answer all their questions. It was a bit like heading up a seminar for students. I feel that it is important to educate as many people as possible into the management issues of stomas, and we all had a laugh about my 'stories' concerning 'mishaps'. If I knew that I was going to have one of these seminars - I would probably have taken a few of my rhymes along to make it even more enteratining. If you want to read further about what ostomates think about travelling you wouldn't do any better than browsing through 'Collections' - - 'Premium content' - -'travelling and ostomy'.
Best wishes
Bill
Ps: I was going to post a couple of rhymes about 'border control' but changed my mind as they might not be suitable to share with the border control staff. ( fro anyone interested those rhymes and many others can be found on my profile in 2015). However, the amount of ostomy gear that we have to carry with us can make for an amusing conversation, so I'll share that one:
AND, as I have reread this rhyme, it's reminded me that the border-control will still confiscate your scissors, even if you have a good reason to posess them!
MY OSTOMY GEAR.
Since I had an ostomy
so many things have come to me.
Sometimes I think I’ll disappear
under all this osto-gear.
In days gone by I wondered why
old men wore their trousers high.
I could not imagine how it felt
wearing braces with no belt.
But now I have an ostomy
I understand this strategy.
The belt-line must be elevated
so stomas don’t get perforated.
This storyline does not end here
I wish to tell of all my gear.
All those things I use and wear
here are some that I will share.
Even I can be bemused
at the old belts that I have used.
Their height is just below my boobs
to seal the tops of drainage tubes.
Some other gear I can disclose:
elastic belts and pantyhose.
If hernias threaten I suppose
these must be worn beneath my clothes.
I don a cricket box of course
preventing scratching from pets claws.
Wet wipes, dry wipes, hair dryer,
none of these I had prior.
Big bags small bags, open and closed,
stick-ons, clip-ons and those to dispose.
Lotions, potions, barrier sprays,
enough to last for quite a few days.
Scissors straight and some with curve
so small round shapes we can preserve.
Adhesive removers, sprays and wipes,
everything comes in several types.
When I mess or make a smell
my ostomy won’t go down well.
With all this stuff around the house
I feel for my long-suffering spouse.
Rectal catheters, inco-pads,
all the very latest fads.
Odour neutralizers do their best,
household deodorizers fail the test.
And to house this equipment boom
I had to build a new bathroom.
A bit of planning often pays
for now we groom in separate bays.
Were I to venture from my door
I’d need these things and so much more.
Travel can be sometimes hard
that’s why I have a travel card.
Although this list may seem quite long
most of my stuff will quell the pong.
And getting rid of personal waste
will not be to most folk’s taste.
Forgive me if my mind will scoff
if just the thought can put you off.
Think of those less fortunate us
who daily cope without much fuss.
Count your blessings one by one
for ostomies are not much fun.
And I would give you all my gear
for your working guts my dear.
Bill Withers 2011