When my husband had his colonoscopy, he only had to drink a small amount of some stuff we bought at the drug store. For anyone having this procedure, many docs now use this prep, rather than the gallon sized junk. I don’t know why any of them still use the huge amount of “pre-clean” stuff.
As for me, I can’t get myself to do this. Part of it is the fear of the 17,000 foot tube, but part is even sillier - I am too embarrassed about my old body and how it looks. I know - doctors don’t care - but I just can’t get past it. Stupid, I know.
The only part of it the doctor sees is the same part he sees on everybody. The rest is draped. There isn't a whole heck of a lot of aesthetic variety in anuses.
Look at it this way: Since everyone is supposed to get one at fifty, and most put it off, there is a high probability that you will be among the most attractive people in the waiting room.
Read what someone said to you in #55. DO IT! You don’t want your husband to be a widower, do you?
I had one done about 10 or 12 years ago, because of blood in my stool. Truly, it’s not bad, and I’m a big old thang, but I’ve had four kids, so I got over my modesty with medical folks long ago. Please do it, if for no one else, for your grandkids!
~Sigh~ For the record, the VA Hospital system still does. I'm actually a little surprised they're that advanced. I love the VA and get awesome care there, but sometimes they're a little bit slow to catch up with new developments. Decades slow.
When I had major abdominal surgery for another type of cancer I had to spend at least the 48 hours beforehand fasting and purging with some other type of thermonuclear laxative — I don’t remember the name but it was a clear liquid that came in a relatively small bottle — didn’t need any big 1-liter mixes so I don’t know what that’s all about, but wow the stuff they gave me was also enough to launch a space shuttle.
Since I’m already a cancer survivor once and have been through so much more than a lil’ ol’ colonoscopy I have to say that it sounds like nothing at all. Still, I can vaguely remember what it was like to be uncomfortable with medical probing and personal exposure, back in the days before I became a guinea pig for dissection and chemo and more medical misery than I care to think about (but they did save my life!!).