March 11, 2026
Wednesday morning. Raining like crazy. I feel like I lost a couple of days.
But I didn’t really “lose” a couple of days - I actually did something super important over the last couple of days and that was to get my 2-year colonoscopy check to make sure the cancer hasn’t come back.
Guys, getting a colonoscopy should be getting easier for a colon cancer survivor. I’ve now had to clean out my colon…let me count…6 times in the last five years. That’s more than 1x/year when some people only do this once every ten years! Again, you’d think it would get easier, and I honestly thought that the last two times went super smoothly (no pun intended), but this past one that was on Monday (with the prep being on Sunday)? It was pretty brutal.
Eh, I was going to go in depth here, but you probably get the picture. The TMI part is that my body is just naturally constipated and my digestive system just seems to work a little slower than the average person, so I have to “help it along” daily.
And when I have to clean out the whole tubing system? I actually have to do a double dose of prep. And frankly, the single dose is tough enough, but a double dose? Oof.
12 Dulcolax, a whole bottle of Miralax, 8 giant gatorade bottles, 3 cartons of chicken stock and bone broth, tons of water, and one 10 oz bottle of magnesium citrate, and I still had some questionable things happening, but I did it! I was clear enough to get a clean bill of health down there!
Marce was an angel and not only let me stay with her, but she also drove me to the surgery center (in a not-close location thanks to fucking marketplace insurance), waited with me, came back before and after the procedure (tried to video record me in recovery but messed up the footage, thank goodness!), took me home, and let me lay around on her sofa the whole rest of the day and the next night! Literal angel. I’m so grateful!!
And I’m so, so glad to hear that there were not even a hint of polyps starting to grow. What a freaking RELIEF!
Now, the strange part of all of this is that it has seemed harder to recover than what I remember. I think the problem was that I ended up having to stay up the whole night before the procedure because my body is just that slow and wanted to keep purging well into the wee hours (2, 3, 4, 5 and 6am activity), and maybe the anesthesiologist gave me extra propofol because I’m a redhead (we require more anesthesia, did you know?)?? I don’t know what it was, but it’s Wednesday after a Monday procedure and I still feel pretty worn out.
Well, we also had the time change in there, and it’s dreary and raining outside, and my apartment is in utter chaos from the packing that I’ve started, so maybe that’s why I’m not my normal chipper self.
But I do know this: I’m normally a LOT more bouncy and happy in the morning. I’m a natural morning person, and I looooovvvvee the morning ritual and the sunrise and all the things.
And I’m just not quite there yet. Hopefully tomorrow morning I’ll rise a little sunnier.
Today I need to get a move-on with my consulting project. I’m now behind! And I need to prep for yet another interview tomorrow with this company. This will be interview number six!!
Keep manifesting.
And yes, manifestation is good, but I also gotta KEEP WORKING!!
So with that, I’ll get moving. I think the rain has let up and the dog is crossing her legs to get out and go potty, so I’ll see ya later!
xox,
GS
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