Good morning, Kats and Kitties! What’s just about the saddest way to lay eyes on one of the most gorgeous young men on the planet? (Okay, I say young because I’m most likely old enough to be his youngish mother. In fact he’s probably quite mature for thirty-ish.) Anyway. To answer my own question: in a hospital gown when you’re being wheeled into an exam suite for your second colonoscopy. Now, for those of you pinching up your faces, let me remind you, for us with family histories of colon cancer, these procedures are an ugly evil, prepped by (in this instance) 36 hours of fasting (some lucky folks have more like 24 hours, but then they have to guzzle lax in the middle of the night), two horrid doses of laxatives and ponds of sports drinks that pretty much make you pee from both ends, as it were.
The good news is, I got to lay eyes on pretty Dr. P, meet some of the kindest nurses colleges ever created, and have one kick-ass post-procedure meal at Chili’s. Not quite sure which was more satisfying: Dr. P’s warm smile and brilliant eyes, or the taco quad stuffed with shrimp and spicy chicken. The good news is, I had only one polyp this time, and Dr. P says if the lab results are favorable I might get to go five years before undergoing this again–rather than three like the last time.
So, to all you doubters who wonder if these procedures are worth it, I’ll send you one notch down to read my last post and say, yes, for you, for those you love, follow your doctor’s advice.
Now, about that mammogram I need to schedule… :cow: