I am back from the hospital, having undergone the colonoscopy and endoscopy this morning, and learning the correct pronunciation of both terms. The hospital was a madhouse, a gazillion baby boomers going for their screening it seems.
The colonoscopy for my large intestine revealed one polyp…to be analyzed, and a small hemorrhoid. The endoscopy for my stomach revealed a few polyps, but an overall improvement of my stomach and esophagus compared with three years ago. So…ulcers have not returned and the acid reflux and bile reflux are under control.
In a week I will get the results from the biopsy, and depending on what it suggests, a few weeks later, I swallow the camera which will take 50,000 photographs of the 22 feet of my small intestine. Doctor Herman says iron deficiency and anemia have one of two causes, blood loss or malabsorption, so nothing regarding the iron has been ruled out…yet.
Somehow, I feel a bit relieved although I don’t know much more than I did. The diagnostic process is a pain in the bum. Literally.
To cheer me up a bit, I downloaded a few more photos from the girls trip west, where they saw their aunt and uncle/brother and nephew/cousins. DIL Wendy took the photos below. The kids visited one of the military cemeteries in San Diego on Memorial day. Dad was a Vietnam Era Marine, Granddad a Marine in the Pacific in WWII (at Iwo Jima) and Granddad the Army in WWI. Many uncles and cousins, on both sides, Marines, Army, and Navy. Definitely a military family. (Thanks to GM and Grandma Lin who taught me how to set up the slide show.. Now I can really be creative!)