so, here’s the deal. you can be afraid to know something all you want, you can assume the worst, and you can worry yourself sick about the what ifs, but what does that get you?
i just got home from my colonoscopy that I was so freaked out about that at one point the cute little Asian anesthesiologist came close to calling the whole thing off because my blood pressure and pulse were so off the charts.
Four polyps, none alarming looking, and I know because I saw pictures of them, snared and eradicated and gone.
The doctor didn’t seem concerned, though, of course, they are right this moment being sectioned and biopsied, and in a week or so I’ll go back to see him and chat about them. He said I’ll probably need to have another one of these in 3 years, which is also when they recommend you start having them…at FIFTY.
Rob and I went and had a tasty lunch and he is now having a lovely nap. I am going to work.
But I just wanted to say that, for future reference, this test that can literally save your life, is a whole lot less scary than it seems on the surface. When it comes time for you to have one, don’t listen to all the stuff folks are going to tell you about how horrible ‘the prep’ is. It’s just poop and you do that anyway.