My brother was diagnosed with colon cancer when he was only 26. D’s mother died from colon cancer when she was in her mid-fifties. Lucky us we got it from both sides, which means that every three years we each get to go in for some alien like probing. D did his last month and it’s my turn tomorrow.
Some people get to take the easy route and only have to drink the two bottles of Magnesium Citrate (which isn’t exactly tasty – it’s a lot like drinking VERY salty water mixed with bleach and grape soda) …. but not this chick. Evidently the guts of tall people are longer than the guts of normal sized people, so the Mag Cit doesn’t work for me. I get to drink the gallon of eeeeeeeeevil. That’s right … 128 ounces of pure hell on earth served up in 8 ounce servings every ten minutes until it’s all gone … I’m starting to gag just thinking about it.
So tonight have a cheeseburger and a pizza and four tacos and a chicken waldorf sandwich from Atlanta Bread Company for me … because this chick will be guzzling evil and dining on chicken broth and clear juices. Yum! Yum!!
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