Category: Freedom

This is an unusual tale about a colonoscopy, a baby bunny, resilience and hope, and steadfastly choosing to follow your heart. Since my only brother passed away at the age of 39 from colon cancer, I have been deemed high risk for the disease myself, and have been instructed to get a colonoscopy every five years. Last Thursday morning, after surviving 24 hours of the most horrid bowel-cleansing prep for the procedure, my husband finally was driving me to my colonoscopy appointment. As we pulled out of our driveway, he spotted something moving on our neighbor’s driveway. It was a…