I’m not worried about colon cancer. I’m worried about the potential colonoscopy.
“Don’t forget to bring that stool card back in, OK?”
As he walked out of the room, carrying his portable oxygen, he turned back, with the nasal cannula in his nose, and replied, “I’ll get it back to you soon. I’d hate to have colon cancer.”
At this point, I’d hate for him to have a positive occult blood card. I could really care less about colon cancer. Colon cancer isn’t going …