No worries, I was just fine years ago and still enjoy 20/20 vision today. But a good friend and I laughed about my terrible movie choices, as I shared my choice for “A little bit of heaven” Friday night just before this week’s upcoming colonoscopy. A woman dies of colon cancer. Really, Melissa? Read the back before paying, would ya? It’s like Murphy’s law really does follow me around.
I’ve elected to call Tuesday morning’s test, the “Scope and Discover” test.
Being Celiac means having the “scope and discover” test every three years for life, but I’ve postponed for obvious reasons as noted in previous blogs (seriously, how much can one person handle?), and now that postponement may mean something serious. Really not sure the nurse practitioner should have said “what other kinds of cancer runs in your family?”. That, coupled, with “rush” …….yeah, not exactly what I needed to hear.
I’m really trying, my friends. Today, I actually brushed my teeth, showered, grocery shopped and purchased a hot new suit for work, but the reality is I know something isn’t right, and I’m scared.
The difference this go round- unlike the last 18 months of the storm- is that I am more scared for my family, daughter and friends than me. They carry so much worry for me, and it’s not easy to watch and know I am the burden. Of course they would disagree because they love me, but the reality is that no one chooses this much chaos, and yet life continues to hand it over. And without the spouse to whom I am still married interested in my well being or his bonus daughter’s feelings, it is like another sucker punch in the stomach.
I pretend a lot. I turn my “on” switch to green, and I can be present with the experience of what surrounds me, but I also know a lot about hibernating these days. A size 6 on the outside, I instead feel like a thick, chunky walking inner tube of “boggy” pain around my middle every day and all the time. I wear the pearls and a suit, but you wouldn’t know what’s really happening inside my heart and body. How many others out there do the same as me?
Before they diagnosed me Celiac, I blamed the pain on my ridiculous dating tales (of which, I could entertain you for 1000 blog posts) and stress from all the travel and being away from my sweet girl. Turns out it was likely the beer and wheat products I ate to get over the silly boys that was actually part of the cause. This time, I assumed the pain was anxiety and well, my perfect storm, of which many of you have lived with me.
Turns out I may have instead earned myself an ulcer or the unthinkable….
On the upside, Kate Hudson is colorful and darling in the movie I should never have rented, but she finds real love in the end. Yeah, a weird and absolutely poor choice for the weekend prior to my “scope and discover” test but a necessary distraction nonetheless.
This time, Murphy plays a trick on me. And for goodness sakes, I paid for the rental AND turned in late.