Approaching Ostomy Care with Confidence

A first experience of as a nursing student.

I encountered my first stoma as a nursing student and the incident is seared into my memory. It was in the first semester of my medical–surgical nursing course. The patient was a middle-aged man three or four days post-op after a colon resection. I was very nervous, but figured my instructor would know what to do. My stomach dropped when she confessed that she was not all that familiar with stoma care but was confident we’d figure it out with some help from the staff.

Fortunately, the head nurse of the surgical ward (I’m dating myself: yes, it was a ward and yes, her title was head nurse, not nurse manager or patient care coordinator) was very experienced with new ostomy care. She helped both of us gather the correct supplies and briefed us on what to assess and do. We were able to competently change dressings, change the ostomy appliance, and make the patient comfortable. However, I don’t think I encountered another patient with an ostomy until a few years later. By then my knowledge had faded. I had to seek a refresher.

Stoma assessment and common complications.

Photo by Amelie-Benoist / BSIP / Alamy.

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Incomplete Combustion: Crohn’s, Motherhood, a New Normal

April Gibson is an essayist, poet, and ostomate. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Chicago State University. In her writing she seeks to address and renegotiate societal beliefs about motherhood, illness as alienation, beauty as a shell. Her work is published or forthcoming in Tidal Basin Review, Reverie, The New Sound, Aunt Chloe, AsUs and elsewhere. She lives in Chicago with her two sons. 

AprilGibsonTwenty-one days pass. I am a 90-pound bag of skin. Legs like peanut butter drapes thrown over femur bones, no muscle, no pronounced curve. A lover would look past me quickly in the street. I do not want these scars, or this strange body. I want to wear a red bikini. I want a kiss on my belly.

Three weeks felt like spans of small forevers. I didn’t believe my legs and arms were mine. My abdomen sunk to a cave, save for the rustling bag. My aunt hurled the word “unconscionable” on each visit, until the hospital knew her voice. My mother, grandmother, aunts, they stayed in mornings, my little brother stayed through late nights, nodding off once the drugs snatched my eyes to sleep. So many people, one could’ve mistaken my bed for a box. I can’t remember them all, or even all the days.

The nurses were there everyday, same ones. This is their wing. The doctors […]

2016-11-21T13:07:18-05:00June 14th, 2013|Nursing, patient experience, Patients|10 Comments

Notes from the Web

Here are a few items of interest on today’s Web as these huge wet snowflakes actually start to accumulate on rooftops here in NYC and the horizon (New Jersey, that is, across the thin wedge of the Hudson River you can see from AJN offices) closes steadily in:

Kim at Emergiblog has a nice post dealing with changing her mind about whether or not she wanted to get a BSN.

And this post by Anne Dabrow Woods at In the Round (excerpted below) got our attention for its honesty about the difference between treating a condition in the hospital and treating it at home in a family member—and also because it put a human face on an article we ran in our February issue about ostomy complications and management.

My oldest daughter was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis when she was 7 years old and despite aggressive treatment for her disease; she required a total colectomy, temporary ileostomy, and an ileo-anal anastamosis when she was 12. As a nurse I thought I was equipped to care for her ileostomy; was I ever wrong. I had experience taking care of hospitalized patients with ostomies, but I quickly learned caring for someone who is active is a totally different story.

In his most recent post, Anonymous Doc is as usual thoughtful and honest (except for that anonymity thing, of course . . . which does, whatever its drawbacks, kind of free him up as a writer). He moves from […]

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