Bracing for Results on Scan Day
“I really have no idea how it's going to turn out. I've tried to listen to my body, but so far it's been silent. Not a clue.”
Today is scan day. There are some minor inconveniences. No coffee this morning, unfortunately. Otherwise, the scans themselves are easy. A couple of injections of dye, then you just lie on the table and get moved back and forth through the machine. I fall asleep a lot of the time. But obviously, like every time, there's a lot at stake.
There's only one question that needs to be answered. Are there new tumors? Or am I clean and can I relax for a couple of months until the next scan? I look at my body sometimes and wonder what the hell is going on inside it. I have no idea. You'd think you'd be able to tell if you have tumors, if something was attacking your body. But at least for the type of cancer I've had, there aren't any symptoms.
Luckily, I should have the results pretty quick, before I leave the hospital. That's a relief. I won't have to endure the excruciating wait until the next day -- that's something I don't think I'll ever get used to. After the scans, I'll meet with my doctors. If I'm clean, it will be more of a social call, a chance to catch up and share some relieved laughter about my status. If they find something, then the meetings will be very different. It will be time to strategize, figure out the next step, agree on a treatment plan. There will probably be a little less laughter.
I really have no idea how it's going to turn out. I've tried to listen to my body, but so far it's been silent. Not a clue. I feel pretty good these days, and I'm hoping that won't change. Mentally, I'm as ready as I'm going to be. I've given up trying to prepare myself, to find a way to soften any bad news. That never really works. This is just another point on the road.
There is one thing I'm looking forward to, though. I've heard of a new cheese steak place near Johns Hopkins. I look at it this way. If I'm clean, then I'll want to celebrate. I'll have earned that cheese steak. If they find new cancer, well, then I'm going to need to console myself, to drown my sorrows in grease and melted cheese. Either way, I win.
5:01 AM ET | 06- 6-2007 | permalink

