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The Adventure of a Lifetime: Lessons from Cycling Across Europe After Ostomy Surgery

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By Axel Keller

This morning, I asked a woman to take my picture. Afterward, she looked at my bicycle, loaded with bags, and asked where I was headed. “Portugal,” I replied. We were standing in Copenhagen, Denmark, nearly 3,000 miles from my destination and almost 2,000 miles from where I had started 38 days earlier at the northern tip of Norway. Her jaw dropped. “Wow,” she said. “That’s the adventure of a lifetime.” I smiled, because little did she know, this wasn’t the adventure of a lifetime. That adventure had already happened. It began years earlier when I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis and continued through countless hospital visits, medications, and uncertainty before culminating in the removal of my colon in December 2025 at just 22 years old.

The bike ride is only one part of this journey. Since surgery, I’ve learned more than I ever expected about living with an ostomy. Today, I’m partnering with Coloplast to answer a few questions about life with an ostomy and share some of the lessons I’ve picked up along the way.

What would surprise a new ostomate most about your life today with an ostomy?

If there’s one thing that would surprise a new ostomate, it’s how ordinary my ostomy has become. Before leaving for Europe, I imagined it would be the focus of every day. I worried about changing my bag in remote places, carrying enough supplies across multiple countries, finding clean places to do bag changes, and what would happen if something went wrong hundreds of miles from the nearest hospital.

Instead, my ostomy has become just another part of my routine. I change my bag, pack my supplies, and get back on my bike. Some mornings I wake up thinking about the weather, how many miles I want to ride, or where I’ll find food that evening. Most days, my ostomy isn’t the first thing on my mind anymore.

That’s probably the biggest surprise of this entire journey. Cycling across Europe isn’t possible because I ignore my ostomy, but rather because I’ve learned to live with it. What once felt overwhelming has simply become another part of preparing for the day, no different than filling my water bottles or checking the air in my tires.

How are you managing your ostomy as you cycle across Europe?

Before leaving for Europe, managing my ostomy was one of my biggest concerns. I spent months planning every detail because I wanted to eliminate as many unknowns as possible. Looking back now, it’s funny how much time I spent worrying about something that has become one of the easiest parts of my daily routine.

When it came to supplies, my philosophy was simple: always bring more than you think you’ll need. I packed about 25% more supplies than I expected to use throughout the trip because accidents happen, and it’s always better to have extras than to find yourself without what you need. I ordered everything well in advance of my flight to make sure it arrived before I left, and because I had four flights to reach the start of my journey in northern Norway, I carried all of my ostomy supplies with me in a separate medical bag. If my checked luggage was delayed or lost, I knew I would still have everything I needed.

Once I was on the bike, I never kept all of my supplies in one place. Most of them stay in one pannier, but I always keep a few complete bag changes spread throughout my other bags. That way, if one bag gets damaged, wet, or lost, I still have backup supplies within reach. It’s a simple habit that has given me a lot of peace of mind.

Bag changes have also become much easier than I expected. My Coloplast appliance typically lasts four to five days, so sometimes I’ll change it during a rest day at a hotel or cabin, just as I would at home. Other times, I’m deep in the mountains or camped in the middle of the woods. Before leaving on this trip, I practiced changing my bag while sitting on my bed, knowing that it would be similar to changing it inside my tent. By the time I found myself doing my first bag change on the road, it felt familiar because I had already practiced the process.

For disposal, I carry small dog waste bags with me. After a bag change, I seal everything inside one of those bags and store it in a separate place on my bike until I reach a proper trash bin. It’s a simple system, but it works well and helps me leave every campsite exactly as I found it.

The biggest lesson I’ve learned is that confidence comes from preparation. I didn’t eliminate every possible problem before leaving, I simply prepared well enough that when something unexpected happened, I knew I could handle it. That mindset has carried me through thousands of miles across Europe, and it’s one I’ll take with me long after this ride is over.

What has this journey taught you about yourself and life with an ostomy?

More than anything, this journey has changed the way I think about my ostomy. When I first had surgery, it felt like everything revolved around it. Every decision I made, every place I went, and everything I planned was influenced by this new part of my life. It was impossible not to think about because everything was still so new.

Now, it’s simply part of who I am.

There are days on this trip when I spend far more time thinking about the weather, where I’ll sleep that night, or how many miles I want to ride than I do about my ostomy. I still take care of it every day, but it no longer defines my day. That shift didn’t happen overnight. It happened through repetition, preparation, and proving to myself, one experience at a time, that I was capable of far more than I believed after surgery.

This journey has also changed the way I think about myself. Before leaving, I wanted to prove that I could ride across Europe with an ostomy. Somewhere along the way, I realized I didn’t have anything left to prove. My ostomy wasn’t holding me back anymore. It had simply become another part of my routine, just like packing my bike or setting up my tent.

The greatest lesson this trip has given me is that confidence doesn’t come from having all the answers. It comes from showing up, facing the unknown, and realizing you’re capable of handling more than you ever imagined. My ostomy may have changed the way I live, but it hasn’t changed the size of the life I’m able to live.

What would you tell someone who’s worried their ostomy will hold them back from traveling, exercising, or living the life they want?

If you’re reading this while recovering from surgery, wondering if you’ll ever travel, exercise, or chase the dreams you had before your ostomy, I’d first tell you that those feelings are completely normal. I remember lying in a hospital bed wondering many of the same things. At the time, riding a bicycle across Europe wasn’t even on my mind. I was simply hoping to feel healthy again.

Recovery takes time. There isn’t a moment where everything suddenly feels normal again. Instead, life slowly begins to open back up. The first walk turns into a hike. The first bike ride turns into a longer ride. Before you know it, you’re doing things that once felt impossible.

Don’t feel like you have to prove anything to anyone. Your goal doesn’t have to be riding across Europe. Maybe it’s walking around the block, going out to dinner without worrying about your ostomy, returning to your favorite hobby, or taking your first trip after surgery. Every milestone matters because every milestone reminds you that your life is moving forward.

If this journey has taught me anything, it’s that an ostomy doesn’t have to make your world smaller. It may change the way you prepare, the things you pack, or the routines you build, but it doesn’t have to change your dreams. Six months ago, I was recovering from surgery. Today, I’m writing this from a campsite in Denmark.

If I can leave you with one thought, it’s this: be patient with yourself. Give yourself time to heal, celebrate the small victories, and don’t let fear decide what your future looks like. You may be surprised by just how much life is still waiting for you on the other side of recovery.

 

Coloplast develops products and services that make life easier for people with intimate healthcare needs. Working closely with the people who use our products, we create solutions that are sensitive to their special needs. Our business includes ostomy care, continence care, advanced wound care, interventional urology, and voice & respiratory care.

Axel is a Coloplast product user who received compensation from Coloplast to provide this information. Each person’s situation is unique, so your experience may not be the same. Talk to your healthcare professional about which product might be right for you.

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River Rafting Camping Trip with an Ostomy

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My name is Jodi Capobianco, I am 54 years old and have a permanent ileostomy.  Five years ago I was diagnosed with severe off-the-charts constipation and was to receive a temporary loop ileostomy.

I am so thankful that I did not let having an ostomy get in the way of me missing out on this awesome adventure.

Shortly after my surgery, I began having problems. To make a long story short, my colon became diseased and they removed it giving me a permanent ileostomy.  Unfortunately, shortly after my colon was removed I developed an abscess.  I actually ended up developing seven more before an amazing surgeon figured out that I had a leak.  He performed a small bowel resection and made my loop ileostomy an end.  That was over two years ago.  I was so weak when I came home I was using a walker.  I can honestly say life is now amazing. In fact, I just got back from rafting the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon for eight days.

There were no bathrooms, heck there was no nothing just the big outdoors. I went with my husband, our trip started on a Saturday morning when we flew from Boston to Arizona. I was pretty pumped when my ostomy was not an issue while going through security.  Not that it is a big deal to be patted down, but it was nice to be able to skip it.  When I fly I try to limit my intake so I am not having to empty on the plane.  I also stay away from anything carbonated when I am out, so no bubbles.  We arrived in Arizona after traveling for about 9 hours. We headed to our hotel, where of course our room was not ready and got lunch.  I knew I would be near a bathroom for the afternoon and evening so I ate what I wanted.

That night was the orientation for the trip. I learned we would on the bus for about three hours the next morning with no bathroom break. Departure time was 6:45 am.  I decided not to eat breakfast but brought a bagel with me. I ate about an hour into the trip. I knew I would be able to use a porta-potty at the boat launch.  On the morning of the trip I changed out everything.  I ended up using wafers that were precut.  I usually cut my own but I did not want to have to deal with that. I used closed-ended bags that were waterproof. I am usually a drainable girl, but again I knew there really would not be a place to drain anything especially during the day. I also used three brava strips for reinforcement, and I use a ring under my wafer.

I had two complete changes in my dry bag, then in my shorts or pants I had three bags in a zipper pocket, I also kept a bag in my backpack in case we went hiking.

We were all given two dry bags for our stuff, one we could get to during the day and one we could not.  In my day bag, I had enough supplies to do two complete changes, 5 disposable closed ended bags as well as five bags I could put the disposable bags in.  The first night when we stopped at camp I was given my own ammo box.  This was a metal box that sealed.  I was able to put all my waste into it.  In the morning I would give the box to the trip leader, she would empty it and then when we stopped at camp for the night she would discretely give it back to me. The only bathroom in the camps were either behind a tree or rock and they consisted of a yellow bucket with a toilet seat on it to pee in and a metal bucket that contained waste.  I would pee in the yellow bucket but luckily did not have to deal with the smelly bucket for pooping in.  I would simply pop bags on and off when I needed to.

When we arrived at the camp for the night, which generally was a large sandy area by the side of the river, we all helped unload the boats.  Once the boats were unloaded, one would find their campsite for the night, lay out a tarp and sleeping pad. This is when I would take a minute to get organized. For me, this consisted of placing two closed-ended bags and baggies in a plastic cup near my sleeping bag.  This was so I could change in the middle of the night if I needed to. I also would place my headlamp nearby so I could find it easily in the dark and see what I was doing.

When popping a pouch on and off, I would place a small baggie (I used the blue ones that came with my bags) under the disposable bag so when I unclicked and popped it off it went right into that bag.  Next, I would pop on a new pouch and be good to go.  For the most part, I changed bags when we got to camp, right before bed, once in the middle of the night and when I woke up.

Having the precut wafers and closed ended pouches made all the difference in the world.

During the day I would set myself up as follows:  I had two complete changes in my dry bag, then in my shorts or pants I had three bags in a zipper pocket, I also kept a bag in my backpack in case we went hiking.  I would change bags after breakfast before getting on the boat and when we stopped for lunch.  I was generally good until we got back to a camp.

To change I would hide behind a rock or a tree or sit on my sleeping bag with my back to everyone.  I also had a small package of biodegradable baby wipes with me.

There were two times I had to change everything.  The first was three days into the trip.  I got off the boat and my skin itched.  This is generally a sign for me that something is leaking.  I had been in the water a ton this day so I was not surprised.  I peeled off all the adhesive from the brava strips as best I could, dried the area off, and put on a new wafer and popped on another bag.  The second time was two days later.  I knew that this time I really needed to wash the area and try to get a bit of the adhesive off my skin.  So, I went down to the river with a small washcloth that I had packed.  I took everything off and dipped the washcloth in the river and then scrubbed my skin as best I could.  I dried the area, covered my stoma with the cloth and went back to my campsite where I put on a new ring, wafer, brava strips and pouch. I did this all while trying not to get any sand on my skin.  Having the precut wafers and closed ended pouches made all the difference in the world.

The last day on the river was a half day.  Once we got off the boats we are onto a bus for three hours.   Luckily there was a real bathroom stop.  Here I just switched out bags.  We got back to the hotel and into the shower I went.  I had so much adhesive on my skin.  I used a ton of adhesive remover, then took a face cloth and washed the whole area.  My skin looked pretty good for being engulfed in adhesive for 8 days lol.  It took a while to get all the adhesive off.  It felt amazing when it was.  Obviously, when I got out of the shower I dried off and put on a new ring, wafer and bag, no brava strips.  My skin was very happy for this.

I am so thankful that I did not let having an ostomy get in the way of me missing out on this awesome adventure. I refuse to let anything get in my way of living.  I attribute the success of this trip to closed-ended bags, precut wafers, being organized but also for patting myself on the back and having an awesome attitude.