In any case, not a polyp or a cancerous do-dad in sight. A tiny ulcer on his iliac something-or-other valve, but otherwise, no problemo. I fed him some nice cheese tortellini I saved for the occasion, and he admitted that the nurse was probably right to tell him not to re-start his digestive processes with a nine-meat pizza with extra cheese.
For myself, I found the whole process quite painless. Of course, I was not the one going through it, so I might not be the best judge.
Long story short: one more cultural rite-of-passage passed (ha ha) by my hubby!