Dementia, Cancer, a Colostomy and now a Catheter

This is a first for me: starting a topic. Up to now, I have gone in and out of discussions started by others, which reference something of which I have some knowledge. But this morning, I have an issue that is new to me. Working through an IUT (and/or a growth in the bladder), we found ourselves at the Urologist yesterday. It took five attempts before we went home with our newest/best friend, a catheter. It broke my heart to see him go through all the pain and indignities. On the occasions when we were in the room alone while strategies changed, he would ask me, "Why am I here?" It always amazes me that my simple explanations of what is unexplainable seem to assure him I at least know what is going on. . -- The training on how to empty it and how to thread it through a pocket of his sweatpants, of which they cut off the bottom, went well. What did not go well was having to remind him during the night that he did not have to get up to relieve himself and my useless tutorials on the only two options for positions while sleeping so that he does not hurt himself or dislodge the catheter. -- Any suggestions? I have it hanging from an opened drawer, but it was on the floor when I got up at 7 a.m. to find a full bag. I can't believe the output, and I can't believe the red color of it. As I am queasy about this project, I know it is the next step in solving a problem that so far has no answers. -- In my previous chats, I have expounded on being prepared for the moment when things go south. Well, the time has come to prove to myself that my advice has merit. Still, I find there are things yet to be finished. I am waiting for Kayla, who helps out, to show up in a few minutes to paint the laundry room. Ironically, the laundry room needs painting because of the new tile floor necessitated by spills on the previous carpeting. -- Between Kayla, myself, and the visiting nurse, who should show up in the next few days, I hope my army is big enough for what is ahead. What ever that maybe. GloRo