The Waiting Game That Is Cancer
“I guess I've learned patience. I've learned that dealing with cancer is a long slow race, better suited to turtles than hares.”
It's funny how our frame of reference can change without us even realizing it. I had to go up for another scan of my spine yesterday. This is a follow-up to the scans I had a few weeks ago. If I have to have spinal surgery some time soon, the surgeons want a better look at my spine. Now, a CT scan is the easiest of the scans. And this time, I didn't have to have any contrast dye. That meant no injection, and it also meant I didn't have to drink that vile combination of raspberry and dye. Seriously, if anyone from the hospital is reading this, you have to come up with a better flavor.
Even better, I could eat and drink in the morning, which meant that I could have my coffee on the drive up. That makes me much more fun to be around. So all in all, it was an easy day as hospital days go. I'm not really worried about the results, either. I don't expect them to be substantially different from what we saw a few weeks ago. Granted, that wasn't good, but I don't think it can get much worse.
I still haven't heard back about that new radiation procedure yet. I don't know whether the doctors that do the treatment have reviewed my case yet or not. I'm assuming that if they had made a decision, I would have heard about it by now. So I'm just waiting to hear, along with my doctors.
A while back, I probably would have been something of a nervous wreck by now, wondering why I hadn't heard, reading all sorts of dire things into the delay. But I guess I've learned patience. I've learned that dealing with cancer is a long slow race, better suited to turtles than hares. I wish I could have had all the procedures the very first day I was diagnosed. I wish that scan results were instantaneous. I wish a lot of things. But that's just not the way it works in the world we live in. So I wait. If my doctors don't think some sort of cancer crisis is imminent, if they're not worried, then I'm not either.
But maybe the things I've learned, patience, acceptance, only apply to my cancer. After all, the next Harry Potter book is due out soon, and I am getting impatient about that. I worry that the secret of the ending will get out before I have a chance to read it. Now that's something to worry about.
6:39 AM ET | 06-29-2007 | permalink

