The nurse said, “Don’t be nervous, you made a good choice,” and led me down the hall to the prep room.
Nurse Linda tied the back strings of my hospital gown. I lay on the hospital bed and was given an IV.
Once the IV finished, she released the bed’s breaks and the ride begun. I rode past the nurses’ station, smiled at the waving nurses and a triad of doctors with clipboards. I felt I was in a ticker tape parade after winning a World Series.
We arrived at Room 4. Dr. Larry shook my hand. There was a blinking monitor and electronic equipment. The doctor didn’t mince words. He told me the procedure lasts 20 minutes and I’ll feel some discomfort, cramping, and bloating.
“This won’t be easy,” I thought.
They injected a sedative into my veins and I began to chill. The doctor turned me over and passed a tube into my rear.
“We are now putting air into your colon before we insert the camera.”
The doctor pointed to the monitor and did a play-by-play description. The monitor was in my face; I couldn’t help but look. Nurse Linda was rubbing my hand. She was comforting and I was glad there was a female in the room.
I watched the serpent-like tube traversing my fatty insides like kids watch video games. The doctor came across a polyp. “We’re going to take it out.” Snip. Then he found another and another. They placed each excised polyp into a separate glass jar as I watched them float around in a liquid substance.
The polyps were sent off to a lab for testing and I would know the results in a week.
I could feel my heart pounding as Nurse Linda took me to recovery. As I was lying in the bed I was thinking about the worse case scenario and that the polyps were malignant and that I would have to do chemo and I couldn’t do yoga and my stomach would be upset and I couldn’t eat bean burritos and the cancer would totally destroy my body and I would have to tell my family that I only have six months …
Less than a week later, I received a phone call from the doctor saying that the polyps were benign. I smiled ear to ear. I was so happy the polyps were the good kind and I wouldn’t have to die.
I warmed up the bean burrito.