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    Default Colonoscopy, By Dave Barry, in "The Miami Hearald"

    OK. You turned 50. You know you're supposed to get a colonoscopy. But you haven't.
    Here are your reasons:

    1. You've been busy.

    2. You don't have a history of cancer in your family.

    3. You haven't noticed any problems.

    4. You don't want a doctor to stick a tube 17,000 feet up your butt.

    Let's examine these reasons one at a time. No, wait, let's not. Because you and I
    both know that the only real reason is No. 4. This is natural. The idea of having another
    human, even a medical human, becoming deeply involved in what is technically known
    as your ''behindular zone'' gives you the creeping willies.

    I know this because I am like you, except worse. I yield to nobody in the field of being
    a pathetic weenie medical coward. I become faint and nauseous during even very
    minor medical procedures, such as making an appointment by phone. It's much
    worse when I come into physical contact with the medical profession. More than one
    doctor's office has a dent in the floor caused by my forehead striking it seconds after
    I got a shot.

    In 1997, when I turned 50, everybody told me I should get a colonoscopy. I agreed
    that I definitely should, but not right away. By following this policy, I reached age 55
    without having had a colonoscopy. Then I did something so pathetic and embarrassing
    that I am frankly ashamed to tell you about it.

    What happened was, a giant 40-foot replica of a human colon came to Miami Beach.
    Really. It's an educational exhibit called the Colossal Colon, and it was on a
    nationwide tour to promote awareness of colo-rectal cancer. The idea is, you crawl
    through the Colossal Colon, and you encounter various educational items in there,
    such as polyps, cancer and hemorrhoids the size of regulation volleyballs, and you go,
    ''Whoa, I better find out if I contain any of these things,'' and you get a colonoscopy.

    If you are as a professional humor writer, and there is a giant colon within a 200-mile
    radius, you are legally obligated to go see it. So I went to Miami Beach and crawled
    through the Colossal Colon. I wrote a column about it, making tasteless colon jokes.

    But I also urged everyone to get a colonoscopy. I even, when I emerged from the
    Colossal Colon, signed a pledge stating that I would get one.

    But I didn't get one. I was a fraud, a hypocrite, a liar. I was practically a member of Congress.

    Five more years passed. I turned 60, and I still hadn't gotten a colonoscopy. Then, a
    couple of weeks ago, I got an e-mail from my brother Sam, who is 10 years younger
    than I am, but more mature. The email was addressed to me and my middle brother,
    Phil. It said:

    "Dear Brothers, "I went in for a routine colonoscopy and got the dreaded
    diagnosis: cancer. We're told it's early, and that there is a good prognosis that they
    can get it all out, so, fingers crossed, knock on wood, and all that. And of course
    they told me to tell my siblings to get screened. I imagine you both have.''

    Um. Well.

    First I called Sam. He was hopeful, but scared. We talked for a while, and when we
    hung up, I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment
    for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram
    of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one
    point passing briefly through Minneapolis. Then Andy explained the colonoscopy
    procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully,
    but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote,
    ``HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BUTT!''

    I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product
    called ''MoviPrep,'' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven.
    I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never
    allow it to fall into the hands of America's enemies.

    I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the
    day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my
    instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is
    basically water, only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You
    mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with
    lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32
    gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because
    MoviPrep tastes -- and here I am being kind -- like a mixture of goat spit and urinal
    cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.

    The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of
    humor, state that after you drink it, ''a loose watery bowel movement may result.''
    This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience
    contact with the ground.

    MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but: have you
    ever seen a space shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with
    you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You
    spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You
    eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have
    to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels
    travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.

    After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove
    me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but
    I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking,
    ''What if I spurt on Andy?'' How do you apologize to a friend for something like that?
    Flowers would not be enough.

    At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally
    agreed with whatever the hell the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other
    colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my
    clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the
    kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you
    are actually naked.

    Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I
    would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie
    also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off
    that I hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got
    yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full
    Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.

    When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where
    Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot
    tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously
    nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist
    began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in
    the room, and I realized that the song was Dancing Queen by Abba. I remarked to
    Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure,
    Dancing Queen has to be the least appropriate.

    ''You want me to turn it up?'' said Andy, from somewhere behind me.

    ''Ha ha,'' I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than
    a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in
    explicit detail, exactly what it was like.

    I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, Abba was shrieking
    Dancing Queen! Feel the beat from the tambourine . . .and the next moment, I was
    back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at
    me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told
    me that it was over, and my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been
    prouder of an internal organ.

    But my point is this: In addition to being a pathetic medical weenie, I was a complete
    moron. For more than a decade I avoided getting a procedure that was, essentially,
    nothing. There was no pain and, except for the MoviPrep, no discomfort. I was
    risking my life for nothing.

    If my brother Sam had been as stupid as I was -- if, when he turned 50, he had
    ignored all the medical advice and avoided getting screened -- he still would have
    had cancer. He just wouldn't have known. And by the time he did know -- by the
    time he felt symptoms -- his situation would have been much, much more serious.
    But because he was a grown-up, the doctors caught the cancer early, and they
    operated and took it out. Sam is now recovering and eating what he describes as
    ''really, really boring food.'' His prognosis is good, and everybody is optimistic,
    fingers crossed, knock on wood, and all that.

    Which brings us to you, Mr. or Mrs. or Miss or Ms. Over-50-And-Hasn't-Had-a-
    Colonoscopy. Here's the deal: You either have colo-rectal cancer, or you don't.
    If you do, a colonoscopy will enable doctors to find it and do something about it.
    And if you don't have cancer, believe me, it's very reassuring to know you don't.
    There is no sane reason for you not to have it done.

    I am so eager for you to do this that I am going to induce you with an Exclusive
    Limited Time Offer. If you, after reading this, get a colonoscopy, let me know by
    sending a self-addressed stamped envelope to Dave Barry Colonoscopy
    Inducement, The Miami Herald, 1 Herald Plaza, Miami, FL 33132. I will send you
    back a certificate, signed by me and suitable for framing if you don't mind framing
    a cheesy certificate, stating that you are a grown-up who got a colonoscopy.
    Accompanying this certificate will be a square of limited-edition custom-printed toilet
    paper with an image of Miss Paris Hilton on it. You may frame this also, or use it in
    whatever other way you deem fit.

    But even if you don't want this inducement, please get a colonoscopy. If I can do it,
    you can do it. Don't put it off. Just do it.

    Be sure to stress that you want the non-Abba version.

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    Having had twop the last one last September I can tell you thye are nothing more than a pain in the a***e
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    Default Re: Colonoscopy, By Dave Barry, in "The Miami Hearald"

    Love procedures in america don't they , we here get a postal self test at 60 and beyond , why the procedure too without the test , well the old American system $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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    Quote Originally Posted by robpage View Post
    Love procedures in america don't they , we here get a postal self test at 60 and beyond , why the procedure too without the test , well the old American system $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
    Here in Oz on your 65th birthday one arrives from thr gov, lovely presnt don;t you think?
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    Hi shipmates, Hi Gray, You did not tell us about the part {If they find something}and how much of the stuff you have to drink every time, they want to put something up your butt, and what about the first test if you have blood in your stools? sending samples off sometimes 3 or 4 times, and dont forget you get to watch it on T.V when they put the cutter in your butt, Very off putting ? but better than a one way trip in a pine box.... So take care extra of yourself and watch for any signs, take it from me get it done quick.... its a life saver...

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    Default Re: Colonoscopy, By Dave Barry, in "The Miami Hearald"

    A couple of years ago, after a night out with the boys, I started pizzing blood. Went for all sorts of tests including cameras up both ends. Turned out to be stones in the prostrate and a course of anti-biotics cured it and the biopsy taken of my prostrate came back all clear.
    My present doctor is a very smart looking lady doctor and every time I go for a check up she insists on sticking her finger up my bum to check the prostrate.
    I have absolutely no fear or shame at having an attractive young lady doing intimate examinations (LOL)
    rgds
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    Default Re: Colonoscopy, By Dave Barry, in "The Miami Hearald"

    #6, 'I have absolutely no fear or shame at having an attractive young lady doing intimate examinations'........I cannot tell you how pleased I am for you

    Unfortunately John, I had a grumpy old Joe with a face like a nippy sweetie who insisted on eye contact whilst inserting said camera and talking me through the procedure.........though a kind nurse did hold my hand.....it appears you leave your dignity on the way in and collect it on the way back out.........

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    Hi shipmates, Hi john Arton, You better watch out your young female doctor, could be into strip off and come here !!!{You should be so lucky}....

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    Default Re: Colonoscopy, By Dave Barry, in "The Miami Hearald"

    had mine about five years ago. drank the drink cleared the system stripped in the hospital then held on to a pole while two nurses did the buisness. watched it all; on tele. its actually about 27 feet long. i wonder if thats where that stupid term, "the whole nine yards comes from".
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    Default Re: Colonoscopy, By Dave Barry, in "The Miami Hearald"

    #9 Alf my lovely, your visit sounds like a lap dancing club.................I don't remember any pole!

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