I came home together with Neil, and there was an envelope. I wasn't sure what it was. Neil looked at it; he saw that it came from the NHS, and that it was substantial. And he said "this must be a poo test". A what? I have never heard of this. But I opened the envelope and had a look. And it indeed was a poo test! They call it a bowel screening test, but they would, wouldn’t they.
Neil said that once you hit 50, they start monitoring you for bowel cancer. He had received his test kit years ago. I hadn't heard of that! Maybe people don't like talking about rummaging around in their poo. Because that is what you have to do. The test kit is basically a little container with a dipstick in it, with a screw thread and two tiny cavities; the idea is that you fill the tiny cavities with your poo, and then safely screw the dipstick back into the little container, and then send the whole thing back.
It wasn't much work, so I did it that very day. Now I just need to wait for the results to come back in. I have faith that they will come back all clear, but you never know. I suppose it's good to be monitored! I am now so old I get monitored on all sides: smear test, breast cancer test, poo test. I think it's a good thing, so when I get the call, I answer it. And this test is by quite some distance the least uncomfortable one!

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