(I’m hardly Henry the Fifth!)
But, people oft quote (or misquote) this Shakespeare line, when embarking on some ‘adventure’.
This morning, I’m going to an outpatient clinic for an EGD. In lay terms, they are scoping my upper GI tract to see what’s what.
Some years back, after the accident, this was done. Erosion of the lower esophagus was found (acid reflux), and were some pre-cancerous cells. I’ve been on meds ever since, but my latest doc noticed I’d not been examined regarding progress/regression of these diseases. The last time someone looked, things had improved, but she’s thorough.
Apparently, no re-check for cancer cells was done.
SO, they will put me out with propophol (the Michael Jackson sleep aid) and see what is to be seen. And possibly take some tissue samples while they’re there.
Ain’t modern medicine wonderful?
Fortunately, this is scheduled in the morning, my being diabetic and all. (No food or drink for hours before!)
Being a veteran of both skin and blood cancer, this does concern me.
Wish me luck! Tell mother I died game – or whatever people say now…