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OMG, I can't believe he squeezed your bag! I actually laughed at the outrageousness of it 😡. I was in Sloan Kettering for 5 months in 2024. It just hit me that I wasn't even outside at this time now. I was in a highly rated hospital that screwed me. I never saw doctors. Ostomy nurse? Came in once a week. Before I left the surgery recovery floor, I used my phone to film them changing my ostomy and my wound vac area because I wasn't taught anything about it. I was moved back to the leukemia floor after they deemed my ostomy recovery was okay, and I kept saying in a panic, "They don't understand ostomies. They won't know what to do!" And they told me all nurses knew how to do it. Well, I remember one night I had to go pee but needed to be escorted. I went, stood up to go back to bed, and my bag opened and streamed all over me and the bathroom. The nurse stood there staring and couldn't move. I, who had never stood up by myself yet, had to give her directions on what to do. "Give me a towel. Wet some towels and gauze pads. Get me another ostomy bag." As I turned to "walk" to my bed after standing on my wobbly feet, I said, "But I'm not cleaning the floor. That's your job." She still hadn't said a word. She turned and walked out and left me. I expected to be brought back to bed. Instead, I saw the back of her head walking out the door. Since I didn't know her name, I couldn't report her; however, I did something else. I told every single person who walked in my room that whole next day what had happened. Everyone. From food server to any doctor and nurse I saw. By noon, everyone on that floor knew what happened. THEY knew who she was, and that was good enough for me. I never saw her again. My surgeon/ostomy group would come in every day in what I call the "chicken line" and tell me my labs were good. Nothing changed. And then turn around and walk out. Every roommate I had, their doctors would sit and update them and talk to them. Not mine. Same words every day. They wanted me to sit up in bed and eat and sit in a chair. I was in so much pain I couldn't do it. (This was while still up in surgery floor; sorry for going all over the place, my PTSD comes out when I remember.) PT came in to try to get me up. I would cry. Finally, my big shot surgeon came in (first time since surgery) and had them take CAT scans. I had TWO major infections in my stomach!! 😡😡😡😡. How could they not know there was something wrong when I literally almost died during a chemo infusion before surgery from sepsis, septic shock, bacterium? They called my husband in at around 2 AM. Thank God he was in the city that day as we live 100 miles east of NYC, and I was cold and gray. And my BP was 65/45. What did he want to do? He said, "Give her 24 hours." If he hadn't been there, they would have put me down. The next morning he came and gently asked me if I knew where I was. My reply: "I'm in the fucking ICU at Sloan Kettering." I was aware. I was in such extreme pain (and I had pancreatitis burst bowel in an earlier year). The pain was unbearable. I was screaming and screaming and screaming, and I finally climbed that mountain and I jumped. I jumped. I'd had enough. And I knew where I was even then because I couldn't believe I was in a cancer hospital that wasn't controlling my pain. I'm in other groups with people from all over the world who had prayer groups for me, and as I jumped, a hand grabbed my leg, and I reached back to grab it, and it was a red wool jacket, and behind them was another hand. It took every prayer group, flailing and screaming as I was, to keep me from falling and dying. I didn't know until months later that I wasn't screaming out loud 😳😳🥺🥺. When I saw the list of reasons and the codes they called, I couldn't believe it! But that ended up causing my ostomy surgery. Point being, if I'm complaining about extreme stomach pain, I'm not lazy. I'm not playing games. I'm in extreme pain. And no one believed me. After the CAT scan showed the infection caused by my bowel blockage, they put me on antibiotics, and I remember clearly the morning I woke up pain-free and sat up by myself on the bed!! But the suffering until someone believed me, especially when I had all those issues in the beginning. Sloan almost killed me. The only thing good about it was the food. I was there for five months. Showered three times and never brushed my teeth until the end. I woke up one morning with a bunch of boxes in my room. They were ostomy supplies and a pump for the wound vac. I had no clue what anything was. What I did understand was that they were trying to discharge me. Nurses were coming in to say goodbye! I said, "I'm not going anywhere until I'm ready." I think I walked the entire floor twice with a walker at that time. Sloan was a horrible experience, and I know from my own and hearing others talk about loved ones who died there, it should not be rated as a top-rated hospital. I went home finally clueless about my ostomy. Never got a "talk." The night before, I kept telling my patient advocate that the wound vac wasn't charged and would never get me home. She said, "Oh, don't worry." At 8 PM, I finally called for the last time for someone to charge it because it had special settings. The nurse who came in happened to see one other nurse walking by. Unbelievably, she knew how to do it. The nursing group who was supposed to take care of me at home? They had no clue how to change an ostomy. I had to play my phone video for them for $300/hr!!! After two visits, I was done. Got most of my money back by threatening. Had one after-hospital stay visit, and there was a wonderful stoma nurse who realized I was not fitted correctly with my bag. My husband walked over and asked to be shown how to do it. And that's what we did. My brave husband learned that one day how to change my bag, clean it, and the nurse changed the bag to another brand, and I barely have leaked again. Never saw the surgeon again. Never saw any other doctor who understands ostomies. I have been at Stony Brook Hospital. Have been at Southampton Hospital. No one knows about nutrition. I had some irritation around the stoma and spoke to nurses. For very little help and was more yelled at than taught. So back to Google. I've been doing okay on my own. But I somehow acquired massive embolisms in my lungs that could not be budged after 3 hours! Put on blood thinner. My question is always how will it affect my ostomy? And no one knows. I had to educate all of my doctors about coated pills and capsules. Me! When at Sloan, I kept asking all the nurses, "Want me to show you how to empty a bag? It's not hard." I got two nurses to sit with me for ten minutes while I showed them. Their response: "That's all there is to it?" And my reply was yes. It's not hard. Hospitals need to retrain their nurses and doctors on different conditions. Life would have been so much better for me at the start. I change and clean it myself now. And it's an active baby girl, lol!! I educate myself, and my husband helps. But it's been a long, hard, painful, embarrassing year. One year, and I'm actually seeing snow again, hearing the birds at all my feeders, talking to friends, seeing the sun (at Sloan, the beds face away from the window), feeling fresh air on my face. 😭😭💔. And all I want to do is eat my delicious dinner, which consists of a piece of chicken or steak or whatever and either rice, a potato, or pasta, and wondering every night if my ostomy bag will be fluid-filled like water or regular creamy texture. What I do now is I take a banana and cut it in half and eat the first half at bedtime and the second half during one of my many wake-ups at night and have gotten excellent results.
I'm just really sad. With my three leukemias and now my embolisms, I have to say dealing with the ostomy has been the worst thing I have had to deal with. I've read one story on here which I can't find now, and I have to say she was the only person I have seen who actually had it so much worse than me that I cried and cried and wanted to ask her how she dealt with everything for 28 years....and now I can't find the post. And I read here about people needing multiple ostomy surgeries, revisions, etc. I don't even have an ostomy doctor 😵💫. You people are strong. You're warriors to me. Everyone calls me one, but here I see many. And I am so proud of all of us for being so brave and knowing we are going to live with this our whole life. And knowing it's a daily learning experience. I thought of writing a book "Kerry's Conversations With Her Stoma," especially in the beginning when I had many conversations with it as it was doing its thing, lol.
Thank you to everyone who has given such good advice in the short time I've been on. And especially my fellow unicorns ❤️❤️❤️😊😊😊🦄