Back to Being a Cancer Patient
“I don't feel any different. The only thing that has changed is that now I know the tumors are there. And that changes everything.”
Everything looks the same. For that matter, I look the same. But in the last 24 hours, so much has changed. I guess I sort of knew all along. I used to have a trick for when I was about to go into a dangerous situation. I would visualize myself doing something after it was all over. I'd play that daydream in my head, over and over, until it seemed almost like a memory. And then I relaxed, because I knew it would be all right. I tried that yesterday, tried to imagine my doctor coming into the examination room and telling me I was clean. And I just couldn't do it. I couldn't get the image to stick.
So what really has changed? The tumors had apparently been there for a while. Weeks, months, it doesn't really matter. I don't feel any different. The only thing that has changed is that now I know the tumors are there. And that changes everything. It has certainly changed my plans for the next couple of months. More scans, radiation mapping, the actual radiation treatments, more tattoos. But I have to admit that no one is impressed by my tattoos, the small green dots on my chest used to aim the radiation. I'm afraid that more of those dots won't be any more impressive. In the short term, I have to get back into my role as a cancer patient. I have to get back into the business of trying to kill the tumors.
In the long term? That's what I've been thinking about for most of today. A lot of the future is still a mystery. Will the radiation work? And what will come after that? During my break over the last couple of months, I thought a lot about my professional future, about the things I still want to accomplish, about the adventures still to come. But now that picture has grown murkier, fogged by those bright white spots on yesterday's scans. How will the disease affect my future? Will it limit what I can do?
I guess the hardest part of all this has been to accept that I am what I've been for the last year and a half. A cancer patient. It's not just a question of words, of what I call myself. That blog I wrote a week or so ago seems a little silly to me now. I realize now that I will be dealing with this disease for the rest of my life. For a short time, I had the privilege of thinking that may not be true. But today I know better. So I guess it's time to get to work.
6:11 AM ET | 06- 8-2007 | permalink


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