My mother died at 59 (the age I’ll be in a month and a half) of colon cancer, so I’ve been getting them for years. One year, there was a narrowing of my colon and they couldn’t see the upper part, so I had to have a barium enema. While I was awake, a thick liquid was pumped into my colon as I laid on an X-ray table. I then had to turn th…
My mother died at 59 (the age I’ll be in a month and a half) of colon cancer, so I’ve been getting them for years. One year, there was a narrowing of my colon and they couldn’t see the upper part, so I had to have a barium enema. While I was awake, a thick liquid was pumped into my colon as I laid on an X-ray table. I then had to turn this way and that so they could get good pictures. You don’t know uncomfortable until you have to keep a tube in your, you know, while your colon is stuffed full, and the doctor is saying “twist a little more to the left.”
But wait! There’s more! They still couldn’t get the picture they wanted, so they asked me to get up from the table and walk across the room, tube and all, in order to get the picture with me standing up. At that point all I could do was laugh. It was ridiculous. After it was over I loudly eliminated as much of the barium as I could, but I knew it wasn’t all.
Midway through the long drive home - there was no anesthesia so I hadn’t needed a driver - I knew I wasn’t going to make it. I had to stop at a grocery store and use the bathroom there. Judging from the sounds of the first trip to the bathroom I knew there would be no courtesy flush that could mask the gaseous explosions that were to come, so I just made up my mind not to care. I was in another part of town, and I would never see these people again.
I became a woman that day. First, by laughing instead of being mortified by walking bare assed across a room with a tube sticking out of my butt. Second, by not caring that I had massive farts in a public bathroom. In summation, getting a colonoscopy can be good for you in more ways than one. The end.
I’m so sorry about your mom. My mom died of stage 4 breast cancer at age 45. Because of her diagnosis, my sister and I take our annual check ups very seriously — it’s bittersweet as I get close to her age though. If only she had known.
My mother died at 59 (the age I’ll be in a month and a half) of colon cancer, so I’ve been getting them for years. One year, there was a narrowing of my colon and they couldn’t see the upper part, so I had to have a barium enema. While I was awake, a thick liquid was pumped into my colon as I laid on an X-ray table. I then had to turn this way and that so they could get good pictures. You don’t know uncomfortable until you have to keep a tube in your, you know, while your colon is stuffed full, and the doctor is saying “twist a little more to the left.”
But wait! There’s more! They still couldn’t get the picture they wanted, so they asked me to get up from the table and walk across the room, tube and all, in order to get the picture with me standing up. At that point all I could do was laugh. It was ridiculous. After it was over I loudly eliminated as much of the barium as I could, but I knew it wasn’t all.
Midway through the long drive home - there was no anesthesia so I hadn’t needed a driver - I knew I wasn’t going to make it. I had to stop at a grocery store and use the bathroom there. Judging from the sounds of the first trip to the bathroom I knew there would be no courtesy flush that could mask the gaseous explosions that were to come, so I just made up my mind not to care. I was in another part of town, and I would never see these people again.
I became a woman that day. First, by laughing instead of being mortified by walking bare assed across a room with a tube sticking out of my butt. Second, by not caring that I had massive farts in a public bathroom. In summation, getting a colonoscopy can be good for you in more ways than one. The end.
I’m so sorry about your mom. My mom died of stage 4 breast cancer at age 45. Because of her diagnosis, my sister and I take our annual check ups very seriously — it’s bittersweet as I get close to her age though. If only she had known.
😂😂😂😂 OH MY GOD. I’m dead. But I’m so proud of you and happy you were in the other side of town where no one knows your name lol. Thanks for the laugh
Oh boy, I have also experienced the barium enema and hope to never again. Truly 1000x worse than a colonoscopy in my book.