Spent much of today at Bronglais Hospital in Aberystwyth. The subject under discussion was 'Living with a Stoma'. Regular visitors will know that I acquired one myself 5 years ago, when my internal drainage system had to be re-designed to accommodate the removal of a cancerous tumour as well as what my surgeon delicately referred to as my 'bottom'. I'm very open about this, because I want people to be aware of the symptoms, and to realise that its possible to live a full and active life after such radical surgery - if its caught in time of course. I offer myself as a living example. Anyway, there was a story teller, named Jim Wingate there as well. I liked one of his stories - about three generations living in the same house.
Granny's house had been passed over to her daughter and son-in-law, but she was still living with the two of them and their young daughter. (Perhaps they were trying to avoid Inheritance Tax). Granny grew old and started dribbling and making ugly noises as she was eating her food. The parents forgot that Granny had given them her house and forced her to eat alone in a distant corner out of her own bowl, and out of their sight and hearing. Granny became withdrawn and very unhappy. One day the parents noticed their little girl trying to cut up a block of wood with her dinner knife. When they asked her what she was doing, the little girl said she was carving two wooden bowls for them when they were as old as Granny.