
What’s a nice guy like me doing with Cancer?
Hi everyone my name is Peter and I have Cancer, to be more specific I have Stage 3/4 Bladder Cancer. So why do this? Write a blog about cancer, especially ‘my cancer’ that is a question that many have asked me, why share what is probably going to be really hard to do and maybe at time hard to follow. The straight answer is I’m primarily doing this for me but as you find out more about me as we go on I’m not a completely self-centered moron and I truly hope that some of what I share with helps someone else then that for sure will be a bonus. Some clarification before we proceed, I’m not pissed off about having Cancer anymore, I was but fortunately, some weeks before I started this blog I did all the crying and wall punching (not really!) that I felt was necessary or expected for someone that is given that news. Cancer can be very private, I kept my feeling to myself and suffered for it, it’s bad enough having friggin cancer but not reach out to for help, be it emotional or physical, is just stupid so I don’t do that anymore.
Some rules about how we proceed on this journey,
- I will not lie to you EVER…
- If I am having a crappy day I will tell you – sorry somedays cancer isn’t fun.
- If you don’t like what I write, sorry, go watch YouTube or check out Facebook.
- You can comment on all the articles, I will not edit any comments unless you are being a complete dick
- I live in Toronto Canada but I’m from the UK originally consequently I have a dry sense of humor that borders on sarcasm. If I find humor in things that upset you that is not my intention. Laughing, ‘often at myself’ has gotten me through many prior downtimes.
- I am not a writer – so if the odd period turns up in the wrong place I’m sorry. I edit on the fly.
- There are two amazing women in my life who I will mention one is my partner Divina and my daughter Julie, everyone else will be identified as Jo or St and Ma, just the first 2 letters of there name just to protect their privacy.
So that’s it really, that’s why I started this and hope to continue to the end of this journey wherever it may take us, there will be tears, humor but above all I want this to be an experience that I for one would not want to miss.
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Is that a bag man or a man bag man?
PG14 for yuckiness
So this is going to be all about living with a urostomy bag, it’s real, I have one so why not talk about it. If nothing else it might be an education for some people and hopefully a bit of a laugh for everyone. There are close to 160,000 men, women and children (yes children) that have a bag living in Canada (maybe I should have put that differently but I’ll leave it in). Here’s a great article about ‘The Myths about Ostomies’ Canada even has an ‘Ostomy Day’ coming up in October, I’ll probably take part and I promise we won’t close the Don Valley Parkway for it and bring the city to a standstill… That’s a pet peeve of mine
Before I move on I have to bring up something about humor that I remembered recently and why I think it’s important at times to see the funny side of things.
When I was 5 years old in England, I was in what was called primary school, it’s for kids starting out in school up to the age of 11 after which you moved on to senior school. At the end of the term, you were given a report card to take home to your parents, we only had one teacher who taught us everything for the whole term so these were fairly brief. Miss Saunders my room teacher, wrote this: ‘Peter needs to realize that life is not one big joke’ – Can you believe a teacher would write something like that! I still have that report card stored away somewhere. Well Miss Saunders you dried up old bat you’re dead now and I’m still alive and a lot of the time I still think that we can laugh at what life throws at us – reminds me a the scene with John Candy in Uncle Buck.
So back to the bag man…
Now there are two types of Ostomy Bags, a delicate way to put it would be to say one is for Pee and the other one isn’t – mine is of the ‘isn’t’ kind just to get things straight. Not everyone who has bladder cancer loses their bladder, I did so the Pee has to go somewhere so it goes into a bag that connects to my body by what is called a stoma. I drain the bag about 3 times a day, it holds about 750ml
At first, when people asked me how I go to the bathroom I used to tell them I have a hole drilled in the top of my head and I just bend over when I need to go. I’m convinced that some people believed me just a few seconds. I also used to say it put a whole new meaning on ‘piss on you’
I honestly never thought I would get used to having a Urostomy bag, but 6 months post surgery I am comfortable with it and it has become part of my daily routine. I change everything about every 10 days so having to look at body part sticking out of my stomach about 3 times a month, other than that it’s business as usual. I never have worn super tight clothes anyway so nobody would know it was there unless I told them. Never thought I would say this but there are some benefits of having a Urostomy:
- I sleep right through the night now, a lot of guys as they get older have to get up 2 or more times a night to go to the washroom and then struggle to get back to sleep.
- I could drive to Florida and never have to stop to have a leak – I can empty on the go. You can actually buy an attachment that connects to a 2 liter pop bottle.
- On planes you get priority seating: Seriously I didn’t know this I’ll let you know if it’s true or not because Divina and I are and I are going to the Caribbean in a couple of weeks.
- In elevators, I can whisper in strangers ears and say things like “I’m taking a huge pee right now”
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A greater APPRECIATION for life and understanding of personal values. Most of us with a stoma have been through some pretty life-changing experiences and hardships, with our health, careers, relationships and life in general. I’ve done a lot of soul searching in the lead up to and since having my ostomy surgery. I definitely appreciate life more, and especially value the little things. It’s helped me reassess my priorities and reevaluate what is really important to me (for the better). I have closer and stronger relationships with those I love, and a greater sense of gratitude for life and the joy of living.
And the biggest benefit is that I DON’T HAVE CANCER ANYMORE
That’s about it people, that’s your Urostomy 101 lesson for this week, and remember if there is something bothering you right now, health, job, relationships YOU’RE GOING TO BE OK YOU KNOW.
Peter R and Simon the Stoma
PS: the image was not meant to be sexist, it’s the only one I could find on the Internet – (yeah right)
SOME BAG HUMOR TO CLOSE WITH – ENJOY!



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