Doctors, doctors, doctors....

I try to avoid going to the doctor if possible. Not because I don't like my doc - I do. I like all the doctors at the Nillumbik clinic very much, because not only are they exceptionally nice people, they have always given me (and Ken) good advice on our health issues.
Along with his heart and lung conditions, Ken has for years suffered with the horrid problem of reflux which seems so common these days. He has tried everything that the doctors have prescribed, as well as alternative treatments from health food shops. Today was his final attempt to seek a solution. His doctor referred him to a local Endoscopy centre, and Ken had a gastroscopy and colonoscopy - yep, that's right. A tube up the back and a tube down the front at the same time. Well, within a few minutes of each other I presume - I wasn't there while it was being done!
Finally, he has some answers. He had some polyps removed from the colon, and they found a hiatus hernia and something called Barrett's mucosa from the gastroscopy. He has to see the endoscopist again in two weeks to get the results of the biopsies, and presumably, will have some treatment for either or both conditions.
So. He is happy that his concerns have been vindicated, and he wasn't just imagining it all. As for me, I won't go looking for trouble. I've 'suffered' from IBS for more years than I can remember, but it has always been thus, so I just live with it. If they go looking down there, I hate to think what they might find, so I'm not going to let anyone look! And I don't do mammograms. Finding a lump in a breast is bad news, so I'm not letting anyone look at those either! If there is a lump, it's the beginning of the end, isn't it. Chemotherapy stuffs up the immune system so badly, one may as well die from the cancer.