Visited my local friendly surgeon for something completely unrelated to the above and after reading my history, his eyes lit up and he preached the gospel to me..."You are 60! You have family history of cancers. What are you doing on 1-8-08?"
"Um, getting a colonoscopy?"
"That's right!"
So on Monday I get to drink three ounces of something that will make me wish I hadn't, and drink a GALLON of Gatorade. Gah.... I'll let you know how it all turned out...erp.
