About a month after I heard those three horrible words: “We found something”, I got a letter from the gastroenterology clinic that did my colonoscopy…
It said that they did not find any polyps, and they recommend that I come I back in five years for my next “routine” colonoscopy.
What is this? A cruel joke? A clerical error? WTF?
I was incredulous, of course… and beside myself with anger.
Naturally, I called the clinic to clear things up… and, of course, there was no reprieve… I still had to go through with my hemi-colectomy.
Anyway, I mention it because it’s just one of many bad memories now, ten years hence… and a painful example that the left hand doesn’t know what the right hand is doing… and reason to lose confidence in the so-called healthcare system.
But I have to let it go. I have no heartbeats to waste on things that do not align with my life’s purpose.