Patio is right on the money.
I waited until I was 52 to have a colonoscopy, and finally did so just because I was 52 and knew that it was suggested to begin having them at 50.
Preparing for the process is much worse than the process. On the day before you don't eat after noon. And after noon, you drink a full gallon of stuff that some joker named "Go-Litely"!!! Right. It comes in various flavors, all of them nauseating. Best to get the plain and chill it just a little.
Next morning you go in the hospital, put on one of those damnable robes and get wheeled into a minor surgery. Depending on your weight you'll get about 20 - 30 mg demerol I.V. and 2 mg versed, also I.V. The next thing you know, you're in the recovery room feeling groggy. And you don't remember a damn thing, cause the versed completely interrupts your short-term memory. Nothing. Nada.
That's it.
My doctor came into the recovery and told me they'd removed two small polyps: one about five inches from the bottom, the other just around the corner in the transverse colon. He was going to send them for biopsy. I forgot all about them.
About a week later the doctor called and said, "Congratulations, you dodged a bullet young man."
"Dodged a bullet? Whatever do you mean?"
"Those two polyps were both cancerous. Adenomas. Deadly when it gets past the wall of the colon. Yours were still up on a stalk like a golf ball on a tee. I cut 'em off at the base of the stalk and cauterized the stump. But we've gotta watch you very closely for the next two years."
"Closely" was right. Every six months for the next two years I went in for that process described above. All with no more polyps. Now I've waited for two years since the last one, and it's time to go again. I don't look forward to it, but it's not a big deal. I mean, you're not really present when all this is going on. And it can and will save your life.
I seriously believe that both Audrey Hepburn and Jackie Onassis would still be with us if they had gotten over their massive dignity and submitted to the colonoscopy.
If you're approaching fifty, please make up your mind to go have this done. I had a friend in Atlanta who had no insurance and wouldn't shell out the $1,500 this exam costs. He's dead. And it took him two years to die. And he woke up every day knowing he was going to die. It was hard to watch.
And for my next captivating story, I'll tell you all about my run-in with malignant melanoma!
Francois
My $0.02