Marigolds in my patio.
I saw my new gastroenterologist on Monday and must say that he is tall and cute. He told me to call him if the current round of medication does not work. He said he might prescribe a steroid pill, instead. I will see him again in three months for a recheck.
I am to have another colonoscopy next April, because the inflammation in my colon was severe and a pre-cancerous polyp was removed during last month’s colonoscopy.
My father died of colon cancer in 1997 at the age of 87. When the surgeon opened Dad’s abdomen, he found a huge tumor on top of his colon, and it had spread to his stomach and liver. He sewed him back up and told my dad that he had terminal colon cancer. My father died two weeks after diagnosis. I fault his Kaiser Permanente policy, which allows one colonoscopy every 10 years. This time span is much too long, in my opinion.
Early detection is the key to survival. A polyp should be removed before it becomes a tumor.
Though it is a hassle to have a colonoscopy so frequently, I am more than willing to do so if it means extending my life.
Who the hell wants to die? I am having too much fun in life to let that happen.