March is colorectal cancer awareness month so I thought it was a good time to share my story.
Being a cancer survivor was never something I thought I’d be. Never. Not even in my nightmares. Yet, here I am. It’s been just over five years since I found out I had colon cancer. An old man’s disease, right? Wrong! I’m female and I was 35 at the time. My kids were 5, 3, and 16 months.
*I will apologize ahead of time if this post contains TMI, but it goes with the story.*
I’d been having diarrhea several times a day for quite a while. It had become normal. I’m not sure how that happened, but I’m guessing that with three kids, I just didn’t think about it. I’d eat breakfast and then head for the bathroom. A couple hours later, I would be there again. Usually by lunch I was OK. Then, one day, it was normal. That got my attention and I started wondering how long this had been going on. I think I figured maybe six weeks. I called my doctor before I could put it off. At my appointment, she wasn’t too concerned – she was thinking maybe celiac disease. She ordered some blood tests and told me to come back the next week. I got the blood work done right away. At my follow-up appointment, I specifically remember her saying “no dread diseases.” What a relief! She recommended a probiotic and then said that maybe I could try eliminating different foods to see if that helped (my husband thought it was my beloved french vanilla creamer….nope…whew!). Nothing did. It didn’t get any better and it didn’t get any worse….
Until the night there was blood. Enough to color the toilet water! That freaked me out! Of course, it was late at night and by morning I realized it could’ve been a hemorrhoid. That made sense to me. A couple days later it happened again. I called my doctor right away and told her I wanted that referral to a gastroenterologist (she had offered it at my last appointment if I wanted it). They said sure; they would call the referral in and I should hear something within a week. I didn’t. I gave them a couple extra days and then called my doc again. They called the gastroenterologist and I got a call that afternoon. Their next new patient appointment wasn’t until January!! This was towards the end of November. Obviously it couldn’t be that bad if I could wait another six weeks!
I remember the holidays – wanting to enjoy them, but at the same time wanting to know if there was something wrong with me. I went back and forth between not being worried (after all the doctor didn’t seem to be) and knowing what I’d found when I googled “bloody diarrhea.” Dr. Google is never your friend!
My appointment was totally uneventful – something of a letdown! The doctor mentioned a couple different possibilities – hemorrhoids, Chron’s. Cancer was never mentioned. She told me to schedule a colonoscopy with the girls at the front desk. I think I had to wait ten days. After waiting weeks for the first appointment, ten more days seemed like forever! In the meantime, I googled Chron’s – let me just say, Dr. Google is still not my friend!
Finally, the day before came and there was the awful prep!! I had no idea that something could be that awful. I’m not good at drinking large quantities of liquids anyway (except maybe coffee), and having to down a gallon of stuff was tough (not the taste, just the amount in a relatively short amount of time). The constant running to the toilet was rough too! The test itself was easy! They put me in a twilight sleep and I don’t remember a thing. When I woke up, the doctor told me there was an irregular spot and she biopsied the heck out of it. I was to call her office and schedule an appointment for the following day to get the results.
More tomorrow.


















