Friday, October 23, 2009

I'm a Survivor

I did it!!  I completed my colonoscopy. This was the first time in 7 years that I have had no inflammation or ulceration!! Yahoo!! My transverse colon is scarred and pitted, but that will be forever and I can live with that. I went in squeaky clean and came out with good news. WHEW!! Did I mention that since I have had U.C. for over 7 years they will do this procedure every 1-2 years now?? Well. Let's not get into that. Let's talk about what this picture has to do with colonoscopy prep:

I just HAVE to tell you this story!! My sweet husband had to give lecture at the hospital the night I had to do prep. (See previous entry to blog.) So, while I was "seatbelted" to my commode, Brenna was kinda on her own. And wanted ice cream. I had managed to yank the ice cream out of the freezer and set it out to soften before I ran back to the bathroom.
Is this too much information?? Oh, well. It's pretty funny!
So, sure enough, Brenna wanted her ice cream and I was in the bathroom. (big surprise.) Brenna called out to me, "Don't worry Mom, I think I can get it!" Pretty soon I hear, "Hey Mom! Look at me! I'm doing it!" To which I called back, "Wow, B, good job." "Hey Mom, come and take a look!" Mmmmmm. "Can't right now, B..." "That's o.k., I'll bring it in there." By now, I could give a rat's patootie as to what she is doing.
In to the bathroom she comes with her bowl, the ice cream scoop and the ice cream. "Watch, Mom." "Uh, yeah, Brenna. Awesome." "Mom." "Yes, dear?" "This is the first time I did this by myself!" "Cool." "How ya doing, Mom?"  "I'm o.k., do you think that's enough ice cream?" Yeah. Like I am in any position of authority....
"Just a little more, Mom. Wow, this is hard."
After finishing her scooping, she turns to me and holds out the scoop and says, "Wanna lick?"
"No thanks, honey." "O.k., Mom." And off she goes to put the ice cream back into the freezer. A little later, I called out, "Hey, Brenna-can you bring me my glasses?" This is the response I get: "No." I, of course, being the gracious person I am, yell back, "NO? Whaddaya mean NO? I fed you dinner, didn't I?? You can certainly bring me my glasses." I know. Stellar Mom evening all the way around. And yes, she eventually gave me my glasses. I get kinda bored in the bathroom and like to read...oh, well, never mind.
I did do some rearranging while I was in the bathroom drinking my prep. It gave me some distraction and I didn't have to fasten my seatbelt just yet.  It turned out pretty nice, if I do say so...

Well, that's the end of my colonoscopy stories, I promise!!
Have a great day~


  1. Lynn that was a great story. I am ashamed I have not had my colonoscopy yet. Really enjoying your blog, you are a lovely lady.
    Thanks for stopping by mine & leaving sweet comments.

  2. You are a lovely lady?? After that hysterical, had me rolling on the floor, story?? Hmmmm....Made perfect thanks to the photos...Lord have mercy you are twisted :-)Which is why I love you so much...pitted and scarred colon and all!

  3. You have totally spoiled my hopes that when my boys get older I will finally be able to go to the bathroom in peace. Sheesh. ;-)

    So very glad the results were so great!

  4. What a great story, Lynn!! I'm so happy to hear you had good news regarding your colonoscopy. :) Your description of your bathroom goings on made me laugh out loud!! :)

    ~ Wendy

  5. Lynn,
    You are too, too funny!!! I don't mind colonoscopy stories at all, in fact, they make me laugh...I am twisted, too. Most of all, I am SOOOOO glad you are inflammation/ulceration free!!! Wonderful news!!!

    I am so glad you aren't the perfect mom! I was starting to worry a little there...doing a wee bit of comparison and thinking I better shape up. I laughed at that story, too. I have been having a weekend of "good mothering" after a period of utter crabbiness (all this with a thirty-year- old daughter who still is messy) and I am quite proud of myself! It's my favorite job but so thankless some times!

    No...I still do not go to that bathroom in peace, Shannon. There is no hope ;-)