I got so busy trying to get ready for Christmas and then afterward that I really didn't have time or energy to update the blog. I want to apologize to everyone who emailed me and thank you for your concern about my health. So here's an update.
If you have ever had a colonoscopy, you know that you have to start prepping the day before by drinking a liquid laxative that tastes a bit like a lemon lime soda and then about a gallon of another kind of laxative over the course of a couple of hours. Laxative is such a misnomer. That sounds so easy and painless. I am convinced it was created by some diabolical scientist for the purpose of chemical warfare to bring enemy armies to their knees, or their seats, in gut-wrenching agony. Why our own doctors are using it against their patients is something I will never understand, and I will also never repeat the process.
I've read that there is a newer method of taking some pills the evening before and not drinking a gallon of foul tasting stuff. My doctor didn't prescribe those pills. I have a feeling in the next twenty to thirty years, there will be a new method of examining the colon and our children will look at us in disbelief when we tell them the procedure we had to go through. Something like Bones used in Star Trek when he examined patients by waving a device over them. It could happen, look at the cell phone that looks just like their communication device.
After it was over, the doctor told me he found one polyp in my colon and something called an inlet patch in my esopagus. He took a few biopsies which all turned out to be benign, so that's a good thing. Evidently an inlet patch is common and most people who have it never even know it's there. The doctor thinks the Fosamax caused mine to enlarge and cause the discomfort. He told me to take Prilosec and I have been but can't tell it's making much difference. Evidently feeling like I have a thumb pressed against my throat is my new normal. I left the endoscopy center with a collection of pictures much like in the link here. I'm not sure why they thought I would want those pictures, it's not like I want to show them to anyone like an expectant parent showing a sonogram picture. But I've got them if anyone wants to see how well I prepped for this thing.
This doctor is the one who thinks doctors who diagnose candida are quacks, but he didn't find anything in my colon to explain my constant digestive problems. I'm not saying that older doctors aren't very open minded, but there does seem to be a pattern.
So, the conclusion seems to be that I have a digestive problem with no known cause or cure and a throat problem with no known cause or cure. And I went through twelve hours of torture for that?
Until next time, may you have blessings and no need for chemical warfare,
P.S. I forgot to mention anything about my diet. I was down twelve pounds before Christmas and gained two back. I'm okay with that since I didn't gain it all back, and I am now down to the weight and size I was last June. I keep thinking Hubby will join me on the diet; it sure would make it easier to have the support.