|Me at my doctor's office this morning filling out more medical history forms|
This morning I had my pre colonoscopy appointment.
I am scheduled for my colonoscopy next Wednesday morning. Oh joy.
My last colonoscopy was three years ago. At that time they found three large polyps that were precancerous. My doctor removed those polyps and scheduled me for another colonoscopy in only three years. Oh joy.
After checking my vitals this morning he gave me the go ahead for my last colonoscopy. He told me "At your age (there we go with the "at your age" thing again" - same thing I heard when my urologist discovered my prostate cancer) this should be the last time you need a colonoscopy." What? I'll probably die of something else as my urologist advised me when we discussed treatments for my prostate cancer.
The one thing I hate about getting a colonoscopy is the "prep". I was assured by his assistant that the new prep "taste like cranberry juice." I hope. I know it cost me $110 and that was with a $57 discount. I get my meds through the VA but I don't have time to navigate that bureaucracy to get my prep kit from them and besides if I did, I would probably get that prep that taste like lime flavored anti-freeze. Not that I would know what anti-freeze taste like.
The good thing about getting a colonoscopy, in addition of course to detecting possible colon cancer in time, is getting "knocked out." I imagine that anesthesia is what death is like. Just a complete void that you don't even know you're going out. So strange coming back from the dead. But one day I will experience that final "anesthesia", that's for sure. We all have that date with destiny.