Colonoscopy Mine

It’s 6:30. Normally dinner time but tonight I am drowning in 64 ounces of peach flavored Vitamin Water and Miralax. Yes I am doing it. I am –finally—having my colonoscopy tomorrow. So it’s prep time: Four Ducolax and a big bottle of Miralax with the once a favorite now doomed to bad associations, peach flavored water.

I’m more than halfway there but I made a terrible mental calculation. When I read that I needed to drink 8 ounces every fifteen minutes my brain told me that was four glasses. Yes, you see why I am a writer and not a scientist? Do the math I did not do—it's way more than four glasses.

Ok, I’m back now…uh huh, the stuff is working. I put the new Vogue in the bathroom and –I’ll be wanting to change this—“Gourmet Rhapsody”—the new novel by Muriel Barbery—she wrote the amazing book “The Elegance of the Hedgehog” but the new book is about the food critic from Hedgehog and yes about food. Food! Foood! Oh God food! I swear I’ll never drink peach Vitamin Water again and will I ever want to eat food again. Be right back….

So yes I am doing this thing that I have put off. And no the issue is not this prep and it’s not the procedure. Look up my bum all you want. (Truth: I will shave my legs tonight and use self-tanner—so what if I’m unconscious—I’m naked and I’m vain.)

No, the real issue is what happens after the procedure. In an instant I can be back in that miserable little curtained partition with John—now almost two years ago—and the doctor’s words, “you have a problem.” I really do like that he did not say “we..” He was clear about that; he said “YOU have a problem.” Then he used the words “growth” “cancer” and “surgeon”. The rest is history and the rest is on this blog—(if you joined us late go back to the early entries.) John had no symptoms and no problems. We were planning to go out to lunch but instead we went to a surgeon and went home to make a million medical phone calls.

The other issue is this: I’ve seen colon cancer up close and I’ve seen the surgery aftermath up close and I’ve seen the chemo up close and as wonderful as John has been through all I of it—it was pretty shitty.

That seems like an appropriate place to end. More to come.