SOME COLONOSCOPY MAIL
I don’t plan to turn this into the Colonoscopalooza Blog, but I’ve received a lot of email in response to my column, and I wanted to post some here. I’ll start with a serious one:
My wife was 49 when she had rectal bleeding and was subsequently diagonosed with colon cancer. She fought for 9 years and finally succumed. What she did for our kids was this: My son (eldest) got at colonoscopy at 25 because doctors figured that it (colon cancer) was passed genetically.
In his first colonoscopy at age 25 polyps were found and removed. The doctor told my wife that we (the doctor and my wife) probably saved his life by checking him so young. All my kids have been getting colonoscopys since they were 25 and will continue as long as they live.
My prayers are with your brother and thank you for joining the fight. God bless you.
I also got quite a few less-serious emails. Here are a couple:
I too waited until 60 to do the deed. It happened just as you stated in your column, except the song playing in the O/R was "Should I Stay or Should I Go", I kid you not. The people in the Keys have a strange sense of humor.
(That’s correct: “Ramrod Key”)
...then the doctor came in and told my wife everything was fine, but if you take him out for lunch, make sure to go someplace that has a loud band.
Pembroke Pines, FL
What Ralph is referring to here is the fact that, during the colonoscopy, they pump some air into your colon, so they can manipulate the tube in there. When it’s done, this air has to come back out, so the recovery room is a flatulence festival, with all these woozy patients emitting random blasts. There’s a lot more on this in the comments section of the post below.
Finally, Jimmy Madigan sent a link to this somewhat-related photo, which I'm sure has not been tampered with in any way.
UPDATE: Here's a link to the column I wrote five years ago when I crawled through the Colossal Colon, and signed a pledge saying I would get screened, which I then failed to do, because I am a weenie.