On the 14th anniversary of my mother's death, Mike experienced his first colonoscopy. After learning more and more about Mike's family history with colon cancer, I pushed even harder for Mike's dreaded appointment. I had already been pushing, but I finally just called and made him the appointment.
He did his prep day like a champ...it's the only real downer of the entire procedure. The rest is a peaceful piece of cake...
I of course took some pictures (all G rated of course). He was a bit unwilling, but it's important to get the word out about this test.

I was nervous for Mike. I've had at least 5, so I'm perfectly comfortable about it, but I remember ow nervous I was the first time. We laughed and goofed off until they came to take him back...The funniest part of our day (to this point) was Mike's feet hanging (way) over the end of the bed.
The nurse came and wheeled Mike back, so I went to the waiting room. It seemed like forever before she came to get me. I had come prepared with my DS and the book I am currently reading, but I just sat there and wanted to be the one having the procedure.

When I got back to the recovery area, Mike was still peacefully sleeping. The nurse woke him up after a few minutes. He seemed quite with it (later I found out he wasn't with it at all)...answering questions, smiling and talking to me. Dr. Amin came to tell us (really just me) that Mike's procedure had gone well. He found and removed two polyps...the did not appear malignant, but were sent out to the lab to be sure. He also wanted to be able to determine if the polyps were pre-cancerous or hyperplastic.
I honeslty felt like I got kicked in the gut. Dr. Amin walked away and all I could do was sit there and stare at the man I married. Thankful he only had polyps, but sick to my stomach they found anything. I sat and stared at him, wondering where life would take us next...he talked a bit, mostly about nothing that didn't make any sense... We have come a long way, but still have even further to go... I sure do love him...but all I could think about as I watched him sleep was how I would kick his a$$ if he thought for one second he could get cancer...of any kind. Then I woke him up, drove him home and let him sleep it off on the couch.
On the way home, Mike must have asked me six times, "So...what'd the doctor say?" I told him the same thing every time...and every time he said, "Oh...okay." Then he'd fall back asleep...and I'd laugh. I really do love that guy.
We got the (bad) news back a few night ago...the polyps were pre-cancerous. The good news is they have been removed and the really good news is that we know.
Mike made sure I knew what his post meal was to be BEFORE any meds were administered. He wanted Texas Roadhouse...ribs...an ENTIRE rack to himself...mashed potatoes with BROWN gravy....chili...salad...lots of rolls with the cinnamon butter.
Hopefully Mike's experience with a colonoscopy wasn't too bad...especially since he'll be going in for #2 within the next three years...and so on the rest of his life. The paperwork we were sent said that ALL of Mike's first degree relatives should immediately have a colonoscopy...starting at age 26. Obviously Mike's siblings are all older than 26, but I hope they all take this as seriously as it is. I hope to never again watch someone I love suffer and die from this awful disease....it's preventable...we just have to be willing to do what it takes to prevent it.