Nothing to enlighten, amuse, provoke thought, or repulse in this week’s column. I’ll just say that I appreciated every one of the relatively large number of responses I received on a column I did a few weeks ago—about my decision to skip a routine 50-year-old-guy colonoscopy.
Of the e-mail and “live” on-the-street and the Addison County Fair comments I received, I’d say half were pro, the other half con/against, my decision.
I didn’t do a controlled survey, but the 50/50 result is from a loosey goosey guesstimate on my part.
I figure lots of folks with opinions didn’t chime in and I wouldn’t venture a guess as to which side those folks are weighted toward. I’m just saying I’m flattered by the response.
It figures a health-themed column would perk your interest, especially one that deals directly with Cancer—the “Big C” as we used to call it in the late 1960s (the big D was divorce, the big E is the fair in Mass., and the first letter on the eye chart—should I continue with this nonsense?)
Anyhow, both general and cancer health awareness is ever growing, which is great, great, great. I trust a byproduct of more awareness is the number of us all pitching in time and money for research and comforting those dealing with poor health.
I’ve not been able to respond to you all (a couple e-mails I returned bounced back), so I’ll use this space to say I’ll heed everyone of the bits of advise I got.
For those who told me I’m fine without one, I’ll say I’m not going to get a colonoscopy, yet. For those who told me I should get one, I’ll say I’m going to get one, just not yet.
Why wait? Ah, well, the answers to that question are in the original column.
I just feel like I want to wait a bit and I feel I’m in the clear with that choice. I don’t feel 50 is the do-all age, more than 48 or 53 are. I basically still feel like a young guy, invincible; and though I’d tell any young guy to beware of that feeling, I myself take solace in still feeling invincible at this age. Friggin’ makes no sense what I’m saying, does it?
However, you might remember a two-part column I did on my teeth. It was full of praise and wonder for them. I bragged about how my teeth look, but mostly went on about how they perform, which is, perfectly, for 50 years.
Since those columns, a little more than a month long ago, I’ve lost a part of a lower molar. Yup, about 20 percent of it, my dentist said.
When it happened, the affected area felt odd, but it wasn’t sensitive or sharp. But of course I alerted my dentist and he strongly suggested, after a thorough look-see, that I get a crown. He said he could fill it, but said that would only serve the tooth to and end that is similar to all the fixes our government leaders make—temporary. I opted 100 percent for the crown. No problem, my dentist said, it’ll be like new and should stay that way ‘til I kick.
So, here I was all about how my teeth were way above par, with nothing more than a few cavities filled through 50 years, when all of a sudden, ping, oops, busted.
I’ll get a colonoscopy, maybe because of the comments I got from folks saying I should. Or maybe I’ll get it because my tooth breaking is to me a small sign time is passing along, and that I should no longer trust the feeling of invincibility I have. Maybe because it’s the smart thing to do.
I’ll get one, just not right off.
Rusty DeWees tours Vermont and Northern New York with his act “The Logger.” His column appears weekly. Reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org.