That's diverticulosis, frank. Diverticulitis occurs when those bulges become infected, inflammed, and may possibly bleed or even perforate spreading the infection to adjacent abdominal tissues. Sometimes diverticulits can be treated with diet and antibiotics but more severe cases require surgery to remove the affected section of colon. You're right, though. The DUmmy shouldn't have ignored it just because the pain lessened, but that's what makes them DUmmies.
Thank you for the clarification, and thanks also to morningAngel, who explained other details in the "shout box" (note to lurking primitives; the "shout box" is open only to registered members, and yes, the primitives are discussed much there too).
Grandma, who has many fine and sterling qualities, could stand to lose some pounds--not just a few pounds, but lots and lots and lots and lots of pounds. Does not being overweight prevent, or at least retard the development of, the condition?
If so, Grandma is in one Hell of a fix, having to change to a low-fiber, high-calorie sort of diet.
Damn.
I'm exaggerating--but only slightly--but if I were told to eat only white bread, I'd just as soon put a revolver in the mouth and pull the trigger. Damn.
Grandma and her husband are out on the western coast, trying to live a "simpler life," growing their own food, making their own meals, roughing it, whatnot, "recreating" a pastoral life of a long-ago era (which however is just playing around; Grandma uses an electric mixer and a microwave oven, and such things didn't exist back in that kinder, gentler era, and so it's all just fanciful imagining this is the way it was--sort of like the snobbish primitive, who also lives out that way, using an electric log-splitter instead of an axe, and thinking this is "life" as it was in the old days).
Now, my first thought was that if I learned I had this diverted condition, I'd eat wood, so as to get so much fiber everything is shoved out. But apparently not a good idea, based on BEG's post above; perhaps fiber weakens the walls, causing perforations.
Damn, Grandma is in one Hell of a fix. I'm very grateful I'm me, and not her.