The Colonoscopy

It was right there on my calendar. I didn't receive a postcard or letter from the gastroenterologist's office. I didn't wait. I went to my doctor, told her it had been 3 years, and I need another colonoscopy. She was surprised.

Most of us don't beg for these things. I'm not begging, but I'm not going to ignore it. It was the first of these in 2003 that made me aware, made everyone aware, that I had cancer. I'm kinda wondering what's been going on in there since. (I've had two colonoscopies since then; the latest was fine and clean, and the one before that not so much - there were several polyps adhered to the colon wall, but all benign.)

So I arranged with my partner to go with me to Dr. Hosseini's office in Berkeley. He did my last three, I believe. He did a minor check-up of my heart and my stomach region in the office, and then pronounced that everything seems fine. I don't think doctors are aware that, frankly, if they do too much, it would scare me off. Too intrusive an examination would definitely do that.

I thought they'd be booked past Christmas. Unfortunately, not. So, I'm scheduled for December 1st. I don't dread that date. I dread the day before.