Thanks guys - it all caught up with me last night and I had to go to bed.
How politely put…
Hey Beck, I’ve had cancer twice, but I definitely give best to you in all things medical. Hang in there girl!
Yeah, I blame the general anesthetic. It should be:
Thursday 24 October: Nobody had called about the tests, so I rang the surgery. Everything normal and prostate cancer excluded. Eh?
Friday 25 October:…
Thanks for that too! But no more cycling for a little while.
I’m with you there. I tried to explain how awful this is when I reported on my first go-around with cancer (linked from Background, top of this thread.) I’ve had (calculates) seven cystoscopies, I think, with more to come this time in routine follow ups. The least awful one (performed, incidentally, by an all-female crew - more empathetic, perhaps? Not sure I have the right word) - was still hideous.
For some reason, this time I wasn’t catheterized. For which I am truly grateful.
One day I found my urine was a weird red color. Kinda freaked out, I called my doctor and told him there was blood in my urine. He exclaimed, “You can SEE it?” I said yes and described the color. He told me to come right in. I drove to his office and gave a urine sample. He analyzed it immediately, and came back into the exam room looking a little puzzled. He said he didn’t see any blood cells in the urine. He then asked me, “Have you eaten any beets lately?” I almost collapsed in relief. I had had beets for dinner the night before. He explained that beets will sometimes give urine a color like that.
Early in our relationship, my gf made me roasted beets with a balsamic glaze. I ate lots. The next morning I had a bowel movement that totally freaked me out until I thought about what I’d eaten and consulted Dr Google.