Monday was they I had been dreading. Hubby took a half day to come with me, as the drugs to sedate meant no driving for 24 hours.
I was surprisingly upbeat when I got there, and went through the admission paperwork rather jolly!
Then I was taken through to a little room to get changed and have a chat with the nurse practitioner that would be carrying out the procedure. Sat in there by myself, I suddenly became scared and almost tearful. In the next few minutes, they might be able to tell if I needed further tests for bowel cancer – the thing that had taken my lovely Dad from us too soon. As hard as I tried I couldn’t get that thought out of my mind! When I spoke to the nurse, she was very reassuring – I suppose that’s part of their job, that is until she…
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