The rippling clean surface of the colon, moist and crisscrossing with fragile red threads feeding unbroken pink is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a long time. As the scope moves quickly, sci-fi images on the monitor take you past turns and loops on a swift walk through the innards. No ugly white mass, no tubes joining up unnaturally where they shouldn’t, we are fine. Now for the next step.
The consultation fee is very Armani. For once, I’m shellshocked.
Dawn. The pipal tree outside slowly chirps to life with busy sparrows. Can’t help but notice a delicate green shoot outlined against the rough cream exterior of the next door flats. As we wait our turn, a flock of pigeons settles demurely on a terrace parapet. One is all-white, a happy rebel.