16/01/2023
Not my ideal weekend or Monday.
As soon as you hit your mid fifties (I know I don’t look it) you get bombarded by screening programmes from the NHS.
I recently completely the bowel screening test which is a kit through the post with a little wand to collect a sample to send off. (Imagine that analysis being your job! 🤢). They look for microscopic traces of blood which can have multiple causes from piles, polyps to bowel cancer.
Mine have a positive result though I have no symptoms so the next stage is a colonoscopy - a camera up the back passage. I debated with whether or not to do this - as I say I have no symptoms - but thought how much I would kick myself if anything came to light later and I’d missed the chance to test early.
So three days ago I had to start a restrictive diet. No fruit, veg, nuts, seeds or potatoes - “low residue” they call it. And for the whole of Sunday I had to not eat anything and take some powerful laxatives to make sure that the camera would have an unobstructed view. Not a fun day!
So here I sit in the recovery suite, having my first cup of tea and biscuits for over 24 hours - heaven! They found a polyp which was likely the cause of the positive test result. This was removed during the colonoscopy. Apparently it could have become a problem in 4-5 years. So thank goodness I went through with the procedure, unpleasant though it was.
So my messages for this week - the NHS are fabulous (of course) and in the words of the late Dame Deborah James CHECK YOUR POO