I'm two years late for my appointment, but the medical team is ready when I arrive. Score one for our healthcare system.
OK, to be accurate, I'm not two years late for this particular appointment; I was two years late to schedule this appointment. I'm on time today, but I'm 52 years old and only now getting my first colonoscopy. It's a happy coincidence my appointment is in March, which just happens to be Colorectal Cancer Awareness Month.
I have my reasons (aka excuses) for putting this screening off—moving to a new state right as I turned 50, then the COVID-19 pandemic, then starting a new job—but any of those would have been easy enough to overcome.
And anyway, I was feeling fine.
FYI, speaking of the appropriate time, yours may already be here. In 2021, the U.S. Preventive Services Task Force lowered its recommended age for colorectal cancer screening from 50 to 45. So any 45-year-old who waits until they're my age to get screened will be seven years late to their appointment. That's not quite as late as the Guns N' Roses album "Chinese Democracy" was, but it's really late. Talk to your doctor. ASAP.
But I'm here now. Late, yes, but ready to go. Clothes off. Hospital gown on. (Has anything with less elegance ever been given a more swanky name?) Vitals taken. Blood drawn. IV placed. Anesthesiologist questions answered. Doctor preprocedure visit complete. Chauffeured hospital-bed ride to the operating room done. Anesthesia started.
Let me tell you: The procedure? Nothing to it. For me, anyway. I'm sure the doctor was busy.
Let me tell you something else: The prep? It's not nothing.