They were back the follow morning.... The physio and Lisa again just after breakfast. I was already in my chair... Up I got drain tucked out of the way in my pocket.
Ready  set go we was off for a walk but this time we left the ward went down the corridor to the stairwell. David you gave to show me you can climb the stairs. {I had to do the stairs so they could sign me off and get my self off out of the hospital and home}.
The stairs were soon knocked off my list and they signed me off as soon as I got back to the ward💪.
Later that morning a stoma Nurse came to watch me change my bag and fit a new bag on my self. This was soon sorted.... 
I've not talked about my 'My bag for life'.
So due to my cancer being so low down in my rectum I ended up with a colostomy bad {permanent} and my rectum was sealed up {This is what happens when you have a colostomy} it's known as a 'Barbie bum in women or a Ken bum in men',
It hasn't bothered me having this done.... It something I have already got use too. 
The days have gone of sitting on the loo with something to read 😂😂📚
You soon find out there are hundreds of different styles of bags some you replace every time you fill them and some you can empty and change the bag every two days. 
They are held into position my a sticky pad and you need special spray to remove them.... For about 6 weeks you have to use a template to measure the size of the stoma as in time as your body heals it will shrink, so till then each bag needs to be cut to size...
I finally got the get out of jail card on the Wednesday afternoon 6 days in hospital {I was well looked after by all the teams}.
Carole son Ben was my diver for my journey home, the porter came with a wheel chair as the ward is a long distance away from where Ben was {My drain still attached by the tubing to my}! 
I said goodbye to the other men on the ward whom I had become friends with especially a gentleman called Peter it was a bit of a teary-eyed moment as I sad goodbye to every one including the Nursing team..
As we got to the lift and the doors opened as if by magic Caz was in the lift coming for me so the porter pushed me in the lift and off we all went to my lift home....

As I sat in the car my ass was throbbing like a blacksmith thumb!! 
I felt evey twist and turn every bump and dip in the road my wee legs pushing me off my ass so to reduce the pain I was feeling.... 
I was looking forward to seeing Sam dog I had missed him....
When we got home I got out of the car. Slowly and most painfully Sam spotted my as he was sat in the window he was very excited to see me. 
Caz had to hold he so he would not jump up onto my tender body or into my drain..... 
I was home !!