It was my first colonoscopy, just days after experiencing the first bowel obstruction in my lifetime. We had spoken prior, just the night before in my hospital room. You knew my lifelong dreams, you knew the passion that was within me to become a doctor, you knew I was in the throws of the first year of medical school. We then discussed the procedure for the next day.
Sooner than I knew it, I was being wheeled down in my blue and white patterned gown, with the chill of the hospital going up and down my spine. Then, I was asleep, bare assed on a table surrounded by strangers. You weren't in the room. When I awoke on that twenty-something morning of February 2014, your face was the first thing I saw with a halo of fluorescent lighting in the recovery room.