It's amazing how " some people" really stepup, when friend or family is in need.. I had my surgery when I was 15.... I was in Manhattan ( NY) teaching hospital, whilewith parentslived in B rooklyn.. I had three student nurses assigned to me / on different shifts ;, who were only about 5-7years older thanI was..Theyknew as little as I did about ostomy care, and there were no stoma care nurses back then 1960's.. Supplies were limited, most doctors ( mine included) were of no help.. The ostomy visitors, would be more help, when I was out of t hehospital.. Along with my three n urses ( who supported and helped me) the resident on my surgeons service.... made me " face facts"... He made me learn how to clean up / a nd apply the ( flimsy temporary plastic pouches)myself, telling me I wasn't " TWO" / OR a Baby, and no one was thereto " clean my ( new) ass. Blunt? Perhaps... But he was a godsend.. I was in the hospital for 3 months ( two surgeries...Sept - Dec), and even when he switched services, he was there for me... Ironically, 4 years later, I w as b ack in the same hospital( for final surgery.....removal of t he rectal stump that had never healed)... In the hallway, I heard a familiar v oice.. It was Dr. Mueller......from yearsbefore,now a staff Gyn Resident.... It was great to see him.. Complications to that surgery ( cut nerves to the bladder) keptme in the hospital for 3 months ,soI renewed my friendship with the earlier dr....and dev eloped some other friendships with doctors assigned to my case... I was always grateful, that these doctors/ nurses in training made the time to reassure a veryyoung and scared Patient..... A few years ago, I tracked down Dr Mueller, who was " old" but still practicing in NJ.. He didn't remember me, but I thanked him for all hehad done.... Best regards. Marsha