I've been having a lot of problems with my guts and colon and what not. Hence the reason my doctor sent me for a colonoscopy at 37 years old. That and the fact that my maternal grandmother had three colon cancer surgeries at quite a young age probably didn't help matters.
I wasn't so much dreading the procedure as I have had two children and really I have no pride left when it comes to stuff down there. It was the prep I was leary of. And I had every right to be. After each mouthful I'd dry heave. And I am not proud to say I spent some time on the toilet crying, telling Eric I didn't like him and not to give me anymore of that stuff all while covering my cup like a 5 year old and shaking my head violently NO!
Anyway, I persevered and made it through and in the end, it was worth it. For now, I am cancer free (I'm not gonna lie, after everything that's happened this year, I was worried). Cancer free in my colon and butt any way. My next doctor's appointment is next week and I'll inquire about a mammogram then. Dealing with Cancer when it's thrown in your face like this makes you think about your own mortality a little differently.
So now I'm left to suffer with IBS. Though I didn't really need a doctor or this procedure to diagnose that. Now on to some lifestyle changes....