After suffering from anxiety/hypochondria for as long as I can remember, I think this is the worst it's ever been.
I am male, 33, who began having intermittent episodes of rectal bleeding two years ago. 3-4 times over the course of a year, it would be two days of looking like I poured cranberry juice in the toilet, and then I'd be fine. First GI I went to suggested a colonoscopy (naturally). I've never been sedated, and that was a crippling fear of mine--so I bailed on the test even though I had gone through the prep.
Second doctor I saw (colorectal surgeon) gave me a thorough rectal exam and announced I had internal hemorrhoids that were not inflamed at the time. Still, to be absolutely sure, he recommended the scope. I bailed on that one, too.
The bleeding went away for 8 months, and the third GI I saw (I had sufficiently pissed off the second) said not to worry unless it returned. Well, it did, and naturally he suggested a scope. Realizing the definition of crazy is doing the same thing three times, I more or less begged and pleaded to have a virtual (CT) scope done instead. He agreed, and the scan was all clear.
A year without symptoms, and the bleeding returned last week with a vengeance. Instead of two days, it was 6, and on the last day I was dripping so much blood into the toilet that I had a meltdown and ran to the ER. Five hours later: perfect blood work, no anemia, and another physician verifying I had an internal 'rhoid. Not only that, it hurt when he poked it ("a good sign," he said) and had a streak of blood on it. I know they can bleed profusely, but rational thinking doesn't really work when you look down and see totally red water.
That was last Thursday, and it kind of broke me mentally. I've been in a steady state of panic ever since: trouble sleeping, eating, sweating, fatigue. I feel like colonoscopy is inevitable if I want to put my fears to rest once and for all, but the idea of sedation is truly terrifying. I like being in control. On the other hand, I feel as though I'm dying.
I do have other indicators for a serious issue: my stools have been thin, and my alkaline liver level is high. While my physician wasn't concerned about it, to me it's a sign the colon cancer has moved to my liver.
I just feel absolutely trapped. Doing nothing means anxiety. Getting the scope means acute anxiety. I'm confident the CT exam would've picked up any threatening mass, but then I Google the radiologist who read it and see he was recently sued for malpractice--missing a spinal fracture. He had to settle. In my brain, that means he could be incompetent and missed a huge tumor.
This year has just been terrible. My mother died, my father moved away, and my HA went into absolute hyperdrive. I've already gone through a rabies scare, an anal abscess, a skin infection, an antibiotic rash I was sure would turn necrotic, fears of sepsis, and God knows what else I'm forgetting. This is the first time, though, that I feel completely out of control. My best friend is a physician--that can come in handy, admittedly--and she's confident it's harmless. But no one can say FOR SURE without a horrible, invasive test.
I just don't know how to deal with this.