I had an appointment this morning for a colonoscopy consultation with a gastroenterologist in Augusta GA.
I have had one procedure way back when I was living and working in Oakland CA. I'm guessing it was no earlier than 2012. Since that time, I have been doing the annual home tests. This year, however, my doctor wants the real deal.
So...I am scheduled for Nov. 27th at 11 a.m. That's the Monday after Thanksgiving. And there will be several days of eating only specific things plus the 24-hour fast the day before while I guzzle from the jug of misery.
I don't mind the procedure, but the prep is a pill.
It will be a busy weekend, of sorts. My Thanksgiving will be spent at my cousin Ashleigh's home in Simpsonville SC where she lives a charmed life with her husband Clay, her son Anderson (by her first marriage) and her husband's three sons Cross, Cade and Stone. Two of his sons (in their early 20s) live next door to Ashleigh in a house she and Clay own, and the third son is a student at USC. It's a houseful of testosterone and high spirits, let me tell you!!! They are a delightful family! Ashleigh is my cousin Butch's eldest child, and he and Sharon and I will be driving up Thanksgiving morning. Butch's son Benjamin (from his second marriage) may be joining us. He's a student at nearby Wofford University.
On Saturday, Nov. 25th, my cousin Debra and I will be driving up to Roebuck SC (about 1 1/2 hours from Johnston) for the funeral of our cousin John Brooks. He is the final link to our mothers' family on their mother's side. My maternal grandmother was Ruby Mae Brooks and she married our grandfather, Lester Lee Rook. The Rook-Brookses is how I have always thought of them. I have cousins in both branches, but I see them only once in a great while, and usually just at funerals. It's a sad part of our life at our ages.
