Who Farted?


My colon is intact but cancer destroyed my sphincter muscles, which means I could either wear adult diapers the rest of my life or get a colostomy bag.  For me it was a no brainer– I went with the bag.  The bag I use comes in two parts:  A wafer which looks like a large Band-Aid with a hole in the middle (so the stoma can poke through) is attached to my skin. The bag (also called a pouch) is attached to the wafer which catches whatever comes out of me. The whole thing covers my stoma (a part of my intestine, which pokes out about an inch outside of my abdomen). The stoma looks like raspberry.

The pouch is made from material similar to a rubber glove or balloon. When my stool comes out from the stoma it flows directly into the bag. The bag works best if there is always a small amount of air inside, which brings me to the subject of “farts.”

Did you know that every single creature on the planet farts… even termites? In fact according to The Fart Facts website (yes it exists. Look it up if you don’t believe me) they come in “number one” as being the gassiest of all creatures! You’re probably thinking where is she going with this? What does colostomy bags have to do with farts?


Like I mentioned earlier, cancer destroyed my sphincter muscles;  a group of important, ring shaped muscles located at the entrance of my bum and their job is to keep “everything” inside until I’m ready to release the contents — including farts.

You know what that’s like; we’ve all been there. You feel a fart coming on and you’re in a public place or on a date and the last thing you want is to let out a loud fart (unless you’re with teenage boys. Then it becomes a competition); so the first thing you do is squeeze those muscles tightly until the urge passes. If your sphincter muscles are broken, there’s nothing to squeeze.

The first time I found out mine were kaput was at the deli counter at a Sprouts grocery store. I was with James, my son and I had just got out of the hospital after my rear end had been cauterised to stop the bleeding from the tumor that grew there. Three people were in line ahead of us when I felt the “urge.” I squeezed my cheeks together and nothing happened! Luckily it was a silent fart– but you know how those go. I stood there hoping for the best until James looked at me and said, “Mom. Is that you?”

l couldn’t speak. All I could do was laugh.  A few seconds later, the people in front of us started looking around.They appeared to be in distress, which made James and I laugh harder. They had to know that toxic odor was coming from me. It didn’t take long before the only ones left was me, James and the poor deli clerk who looked like she was going to faint. She quickly filled our order and I pretended I didn’t know anything was wrong.

A few months later I got the bag and thought my farting problems was over because now everything went through my stoma. It turns out, stomas don’t have muscles to hold in unwanted odors or noises either.

A couple of years ago I was at a lecture, sitting five rows back from the stage.  About fifteen minutes into the lecture, my stoma thought it would be funny to “cut loose.” All of a sudden, what sounded like gun fire erupted from my bag. Two women sitting in front of me turned around and stared at me. The woman sitting next to me smirked. I sat there looking confused, blinking my eyes (and trying not to laugh) hoping they would think the noise didn’t come from me. A minute later my bag sounded like fireworks. This time there was no way to deny the explosions weren’t coming from me. One of the women in front of me turned around again and said, “How rude!” The woman sitting next to me busted out laughing which made me laugh. Unfortunately the guy on stage heard us and angrily asked, “Would you ladies like to let everyone in on the joke?”  I waved my hand no and kept giggling. Luckily my stoma remained quiet for the rest of the evening.

I named my bag “Whoopie” since it sounds like a Whoopie Cushion. Years ago I bought one with the sole purpose of placing it under chair cushions and waited for an unsuspecting person to sit on it.

Now the jokes on me.

Actually, my bag is worth any “perceived” problems. I always had a wicked sense of humor so farting ain’t no big deal and I raised a son who thought farting was a sport, especially when he was with his friends.

Be well!










5 thoughts on “Who Farted?

  1. The good thing about farting in a bag is that people don’t smell it unless you are “burping” it. And also we can now store farts and release them around people we hate and run away! Lol

  2. You did make me laugh! I had an ileostomy for a couple of months, and while the bag was nice to me and gave me a lot of wellbeing, it does have its own personality. I live in Mexico City, and would you imagine my rush, that day my dad gave me enchiladas verdes for lunch, and my then girlfriend took me to a university for certain “therapeutic compound”. The place was very far in this big city and my bag filled with foam. I did risk my life flying back home to make it before the bag burst! These days I don’t have a bag anymore, but it’s not as good, from radiation I ended up with a funny tummy, rather than becoming a superheroe as I expected. Gas is an issue, it hurts and brings problems. I can’t help it go away unless I lie on bed. This is what I was just trying to do when I read your post. I hope I will be in better shape tomorrow. This isn’t bad, but then my mind starts drifting into whatever ideas come first and I get upset and nervous and scared. Too many ER trips this year. Two months and a half without one! Thank you!

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