Do you think it’s easy going through Ostomy Surgery? Waking up to see a bag on your stomach, having to see the insides of your body on a daily basis?
Do you think we asked to have to take 15 minutes out of our day just to clean ourselves up, to have to deal with our sore skin and wound?
Do you think we like having to worry about what we eat? About drinking something too fizzy, and experiencing the public embarrassment of gas we cannot control?
I am so sorry that human waste, that EVERYBODY deals with – not just those with ostomys – offends you. I’m sorry it makes such a difference when it’s coming from a bag. I’m sorry that we so obviously forced you into doing a job you couldn’t possibly be mentally prepared to do. Perhaps just maybe… just perhaps… you shouldn’t be a bloody nurse or carer? How about there are people in this world that need nothing less than your unsympathetic, narrow minded opinion.
It angers me that you could possibly be allowed to do a job that you do not have the mental capacity to know anything about – because if you did, you’d think twice before being so spiteful, degrading and so awfully unprofessional.
Living with an ostomy is a life changing experience. It’s more than dealing with waste. It’s more than people such as yourselves mocking us, adding to the low self-esteem and self-acceptance that so many of us on a daily basis have to deal with.
Ask yourselves this, would you be posting about how disgusting ostomy bags are if god forbid one of your family members had to have one? Would you be laughing about it if they were told if they didn’t have one, they would die? Would you laugh as you if you had to see everything they knew ripped away from them?
So, I’m sorry that you had to spend 15 minutes of your working day doing something that was so traumatic, that will so obviously change you for the rest of your life. I’m sorry that you have such an immature mind set and cannot deal with the wonders of the human body. But you know what? These bags are more than your mockery, they are our life savers.. We wear something on our stomachs that shouts to the world that we once fought to live. And you will never, ever, take that away from us.