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3 pages so far...of variations of being told where , why and how to : Stick it....
Andy
Andy
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Gluten free for 10-12 years. It is fairly miserable. I was officially labeled non celiac but allergic to gluten. The definition of celiac has changed somewhat since then, and I think I now meet criteria. But the symptoms included some stuff way worse than the restrictive diet.Good that you are treating the "celiac", as there is a really nasty T-Cell Lymphoma associated with untreated celiac.
They had me do that and the mag citrate and bisacodyl. Boom.Miralax and Gatorade is the preferred cocktail from my gastroenterologist. Two quarts of Gatorade and a medium size bottle of Miralax, more effective than a box of Colon Blow.
Oh man! I had one of those dick-o-scopes too, when they had a bladder cancer concern due to my taking Actos for my diabetes. I was in the office over 2 hours, 20 minutes for the procedure and 2 hours to peel me off the ceiling. On the plus side, they found no cancer.I had my eighth Butt-O-Scope last month along with my fourth Throat-O-Scope, Up to eight Dick-O-Scopes too. I'm Special!
I did have Bladder Cancer, but gone for now.
My dad died from colon cancer. He had surgery and they removed a large portion. The surgery procedure went as planned, but the lesions were our of control, where his colon needed flushing. They could not be flushed out fast enough. I picture leaves in the street blocking the drain, and next there's flooding. That's my interpretation. My dad got so swollen from the lesions blocking his system. He bloated like a beach whale. His tongue swelled to a point he couldn't drink a (last request) strawberry milkshake.Oh man! I had one of those dick-o-scopes too, when they had a bladder cancer concern due to my taking Actos for my diabetes. I was in the office over 2 hours, 20 minutes for the procedure and 2 hours to peel me off the ceiling. On the plus side, they found no cancer.
I am glad to read that you beat your bladder cancer. Stay strong!
Good for you. Your dad would be happy.My dad died from colon cancer. He had surgery and they removed a large portion. The surgery procedure went as planned, but the lesions were our of control, where his colon needed flushing. They could not be flushed out fast enough. I picture leaves in the street blocking the drain, and next there's flooding. That's my interpretation. My dad got so swollen from the lesions blocking his system. He bloated like a beach whale. His tongue swelled to a point he couldn't drink a (last request) strawberry milkshake.
Now I've done it. I knew this topic would go sour for me. I miss my dad SO much
Gluten free for 10-12 years. It is fairly miserable. I was officially labeled non celiac but allergic to gluten. The definition of celiac has changed somewhat since then, and I think I now meet criteria. But the symptoms included some stuff way worse than the restrictive diet.
My dad made it to our wedding. He wanted so much. to be there. It's been almost 30 years to the day. For a long time, I stayed away from the cemetary. Don't ask me why, I just did. I may have went to the grave site 3 times. My Aunt ripped me good every time she seen me over the years, for not maintaining the families head stones to her expectations. There was something about the Ora, standing there looking at names on a block of granite, any my feeling of it all, as/to why I stayed away. Dads always been in my heart. Always been there looking over my shoulder, as he probably is right now, standing behind me, watching me type. This may sound strange, but I've honestly thought he's been close. I've had some eerie (That brush of air on you) someone just walked by while sitting at my desk, at times when the whole house is in deep sleep mode.Good for you. Your dad would be happy.
My dads been gone 15 years and I think about him all the time. I can hear him when I think about him though. I try to do for my kids what he did for me
Before surgery, the surgeon told me that when I woke up that if a colostomy was on my right abdomen, it would be reversed, no harm no foul. If it was on the left, it was permanent.
It was on the left.
It sucks, get examined!
I've adjusted and lead a normal life, if my life can be considered "normal" in any way.
Thanks for having the courage to relate your terrible experience and for your determination to move forward in spite of everything you've been through. You are an inspiration to all. Keep on keeping on!
Very similar to what happened to me circa 1985ish.. they stuck this big goose-neck thing up my rump and the school-girls came in to observe. I was a young guy and had a lot of ego invested in my relationship with chicks... I refused the IV valium so it was done cold with my full recollection..They still have a protocol for this, I think risk assessment has something to do with frequency/type of evaluation. We had Group Health here before Kaiser Wash. bought them out a few years ago. Nothing with regard to that schedule seems to have changed. I'm on the five year colonoscopy schedule. My wife does what she calls, "the poop test." They keep notes on my records that indicate when the exam is due.
What's the deal with anesthesia for colonoscopy? I've had the procedure several times, as I recall I've always been completely aware during it. The very first time I had this back in the 1970's was memorable. The instruments used have changed. At that time, I got a glance at the probe and it appeared to be about the diameter of a garden hose. It had a compressed air feature to dilate the colon so a good image could be gotten. Okay, they get me in "the little room," and I'm on my hands and knees with my Heinie raised up. The probe was just in and they were filling my bowel with air. Every so often, this air build-up would release itself in a big blast of clear flatulence. So about the time they start to get down to real business, the doctor says, "Oh, Mr. Merkt, you wouldn't mind having visiting student nurses look in on the procedure, would you?" Without waiting for any response from me, the doctor turns and says, "Okay girls, come on it." About five or six young women, maybe aged 17 to early 20's troop in. They were already tittering and giggling a bit, but when the next big blast of wind phart blew out, they really laughed. Although I couldn't see their faces nor they mine, it was somewhat humiliating. Not very professional, I would say, compared to subsequent similar procedures that I've had.