KimT wrote:You don’t have cancer. You have much to be thankful for. Don’t borrow trouble by consulting Dr Google. A repeat colonoscopy in 3 years is a very reasonable follow up.
Maggie Nell wrote:Receiving a health-scare like you have brings you face-to-face with your own mortality
and does your head in as we say in Australia. You now have a 'before' polyp and 'after'
polyp divide down the middle of your life and it's a Big. Bloody. Deal. to you - it's your body.
It's grown something nasty and can you ever trust your body again. Finding out one's body can pull this sort of
ninja shit is discombobulating. It's easy for your husband, PCP and GI doctor to be chilled - AINT THEIR BODY
and are they all males........might be a bit of gender stereotyping that is stressing, but don't you worry your
pretty little head about that.
The reality is that you DID have a colonoscopy and the funny-looking-growth was removed. Focusing on
alternate outcomes is trippy and the realm of sci-fi fantasy, being an exercise in pure speculation. However, you
might imaginate a scenario that happens to somebody else and that comes in handy as you'll be already prepared
in how to deal. Ruminating does have it's benefits. It can detract from being truly engaged with
the wonderful outcome that do you have. However, you've had the bejebus scared out of you and you don't have cancer and
there's no one you can talk to about that because you don't have cancer and you are expected to get on with it
because you don't have cancer. Don't miss a beat, shrug it off, count your lucky stars, rock up for a colonoscopy
in 3 years and you know, get on with it because you don't have cancer and there are others out there (and in here)
who are in far diarrhoea straits.
So the way I see it, which is an Aussie way (upside down), is that you are seeking to know how to move on from this
Major-Health-Scare which is akin to being the person in a Blitz who lives in the one house left standing in the street that
wasn't demolished....miraculous! There's the relief and then the realization that you don't quite belong, but you are
traumatized all the same. My suggestion would be that you connect with a counsellor and work through it with a person who
isn't emotionally invested in what-could-have-happened. I reckon your husband received a pretty darn good scare as well and
talking about what could have happened is probably scaring him more. You're like Jason with the chainsaw...
Have you had a good howl of relief yet? Crying is highly underrated as a coping mechanism. Tears of joy, let em rip!
Pemba wrote:First of all yes a polyp can both be tubular and sessile, tubular is the “look” and Sessile is the “type”. Sessile just means it’s flat and not on a stalk, both are perfectly normal.
Here is a link to understand the report.
https://www.cancer.org/treatment/unders ... nomas.html
3 yers wait is fine, the polyp was so great looking and so small. And when your original in the 5 year wait, 3 is nothing to stress about.
I understand the stress and anxiety I had/have the same, i lost around 6 kilos, was afraid to eat anything remotely unhealthy, was afraid of doing anything that could trigger a new polyp, then ended up eating nothing! it’s becoming better now around 4 months after my last check up, but I needed therapy, and tears, no shame in that. I proudly ate some pizza yesterday
Ps try to stay away from Dr Google, he/she is a drama queen and like my therapist says it’s only keep on confirming your brain that it’s something to fear and stress about.
Rarely have I felt like I'm in the presence of greatness, but Sir Edmund Hillary was an exception. Interviewing him in 1997 in his Auckland home, I was struck by the part of his story where, still 300 metres from the summit, they come face-to-face with a seemingly insurmountable cliff-face. He and Tenzing Norgay had every reason to turn back. They didn't.
Instead of focusing on the goal, of getting to the top of Everest – which now seemed crushingly unattainable – Sir Edmund told me he focused every fibre of his being on getting his left foot into one crag and, that accomplished, doubled up to focus on getting his right foot into a small cleft. And so on. I know, I know, twee and trite, perhaps, but thus was Everest conquered and I have used it ever since – put your energy into what can be done and keep moving.
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