OK. I admit that I have always been a total wuss about the very idea of a colonoscopy. I have always (secretly) resented the likes of Pope John Paul II and Ronald Reagan plainly speaking of the merits of every man over the age of fifty having a regular colonoscopy for the sake of early detection of colorectal cancer. As a matter of fact, I have often secretly hoped that, when it came my time to die, one of my last thoughts would be, “At least, I never had to have a colonoscopy.” Perhaps you can see where this is going...
Very recently, on the "recommendation" of my physician, I had my first colonoscopy [It was in itself no big deal. Really. One less monster under my bed.] Following the no-big-deal procedure, I was told that there is a fairly-big-deal tumour down there in the part of me where colonoscopies see things. Really. Now here I am, a man with an upcoming surgery. Generally speaking, a surgery located at the rear end of me. I am told that the tumor almost certainly IS cancer. In terms of life as I know it, it might BE the end of me. The biopsies will begin to tell the tale. And the upcoming CT-scan tomorrow will tell if this IS in fact an Early Detection Story, that is, whether or not the cancer has gone elsewhere. Apparently, the most common elsewheres are the lungs and the liver. Yikes.
So this is my non-good, non-great news. But what I have come to know over many years is that God IS good and God IS great. So although it seems I am currently at war with myself, gastrointestinally speaking, my heart and my mind are at peace. It is the peace of God. It surpasses understanding. And the purposes of the Lord will be accomplished.
Very recently, on the "recommendation" of my physician, I had my first colonoscopy [It was in itself no big deal. Really. One less monster under my bed.] Following the no-big-deal procedure, I was told that there is a fairly-big-deal tumour down there in the part of me where colonoscopies see things. Really. Now here I am, a man with an upcoming surgery. Generally speaking, a surgery located at the rear end of me. I am told that the tumor almost certainly IS cancer. In terms of life as I know it, it might BE the end of me. The biopsies will begin to tell the tale. And the upcoming CT-scan tomorrow will tell if this IS in fact an Early Detection Story, that is, whether or not the cancer has gone elsewhere. Apparently, the most common elsewheres are the lungs and the liver. Yikes.
So this is my non-good, non-great news. But what I have come to know over many years is that God IS good and God IS great. So although it seems I am currently at war with myself, gastrointestinally speaking, my heart and my mind are at peace. It is the peace of God. It surpasses understanding. And the purposes of the Lord will be accomplished.
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