The best laid plans are just that -- plans. When I left home for my routine five year colonoscopy, I fully expected to be enjoying the largest milkshake in Valdosta before noon and to float lazily around the pool in the afternoon while the last vestiges of my meds wore off.
Not so! Dr. Pennington found a polyp too large to be taken out with a scope. We had two choices: go home and start all over getting ready or go into the hospital and have the surgery. We opted for the second. So, as the day winds down, I am in room 303 of the surgical wing. The afternoon has been full of questions, x-rays, blood tests, and telephone calls.
Tomorrow morning is the surgery. I will not be at my best with a tube down my nose, so I am discouraging visitors until my intestinal tract starts working again. I do covet your prayers as I go through this.
I have a peace about this whole thing. The preliminary lab report is that it is benign. We pray that this is what the next test will show, too.
So, the milkshake will be put on hold for a week. If everything goes well, I hope to be home by this time next week.
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