Food, Glorious, Yummy Food!

It had been since 2004. It was time.

If you have never had a colonoscopy, it can sound like a horror show. Spare you the details?

Let's just say, this time, it was near perfect. Thanks to some good tips from the Colon Club. Three days before, I started soft foods only. Lovely, lovely homemade applesauce. Rootbeer float. That kind of thing. Liquids on day two: miso soup, chix soup, gaterade, a whole 2 liter of cream soda for the calories. And the over-the-counter prep went like a breeze/sneeze. Investing in baby diaper rash ointment helped, too.

I love my good Jewish doctor! I told him this morning in Bible Study class we had talked about Abraham & Isaac. I asked my 13 year old son to lie down on the center of the two tables pushed together. He had his pillow & blanket, kept his eyes closed, dozed. Great attention grabber for the story of a father's love for his son and willing sacrifice (Isaac could have run away, over-powered his old dad. It could have been a much different story.)

So during this routine GI procedure we are chatting about the great prophets. I was comfortable enough that he only used minimal meds, so I was out of recovery quickly, for a nice, lovely lunch-date with John for....(I warned him, what I really, really wanted after 3 days of no food) good guacamole! Heavenly, wonderful tastes!

Lab results in two weeks, but no suprises. Moderate disease, in "remission" symptom-wise, but I still have Crohn's. The ulcers and inflammation show up as white spots. I have pictures, in time for Halloween haunting.

I wish you all healthy guts, and some glorious tasting. Appreciate your bowels and taste buds.

Monday Memories

John took the kids to Great Grandma's condo by the stadium to watch the fireworks. Emma and Stewart are at the DC mall. I am home reading a book and close to my bathroom.

We Crohn's Disease patients have our own ways of dealing with stress. I went to a support group for awhile but it was too depressing to go and listen to people dealing with the same struggles, some worse off, some better. If you don't think you know someone with this particular challenge, you probably do, but they haven't told you that they are dealing with it. Too common, too awful, too life-consuming.

But we all have some struggle, some trial we are dealing with. I have mostly made peace with this part of my life. John buys me super-soft tp, his way of showing understanding and support.

I can hear the "gunshot" war sounds from here (we are 3 miles from the stadium).

Will my kids grow up wondering why I bail out of some activities? Will they remember Dad was always taking them places, and Mom stayed home to rest?