Day 14: Royal Flush
I was checking out at the drugstore and set my six-pack of Gatorade, a large bottle of Musilex, a box of Dulcolax and an 8 ounce bottle of lemon flavored magnesium sulfate on the counter. I looked up at the clerk who was checking me out. “Bet you can’t guess what I get to do tomorrow?” She glanced at my purchases and smiled a wry smile. “This is the worst part,” she said. “Yeh, I know. I’ve heard.”
The fact that doctors now recommend every 50 year old to have a colonoscopy is incredible to me. Not that it’s a bad idea—it’s a life saver. Just the same, it isn’t on par with having a mammogram or bone density scan. It’s a very big ordeal! I know. I spent from 6 pm to 10 pm flushing out my body with the above regimen of laxatives and from 10 pm to 6 am flushing the toilet. I don’t know how many times my hand touched the handle and pushed down. Too many to count.
Then at 6:30 am, David drove me to the hospital (did I mention that he is scheduled for next Thursday?:) and I had my first ever colonoscopy. The clerk was right. The worst part is the prep. In fact, I really don’t remember the procedure at all. And by 5 pm this evening, I felt good enough to head down town for Happy Hour with the Indianapolis Symphony. I guess I’m not too worse for the wear.
The objective of the preparation is to flush your intestinal track of all its contents so that the doctor can scope it out and look for polyps or any other signs of cancer. On the one hand, it felt good to get all that “stuff” (I’m being polite) out of my system and lose four pounds in the process. (No joke.) Purging or cleansing my bowels felt therapeutic.
As I think of all the flushing that transpired, I am drawn to thoughts of what it means to be forgiven—cleansed from all my sin. What happened today is actually a pretty amazing picture of what that means. And that was a huge ordeal for Jesus. I’m so grateful that he was willing to go through the “regimen” in order to get rid of all my “stuff.” (Again, I’m being polite.) I’m also grateful today that my doctor said I don’t have to go through this again for 10 years! That’s a relief. It’s good to know I am healthy. Even more, it’s good to know that I'm forgiven.
P.S. Did I mention my doctor’s first name? Anil. Yeh, for real.
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