Twenty Months and Counting
“July is my twentieth month. If I make it to tomorrow, I'll have beaten the average. Twenty months and one day. I'm going to be driving very carefully today.”
One more day. Tomorrow is that day, as a matter of fact. When I was diagnosed back in December of 2005, the first prognosis I was given was 6 months. That was a shock. The next one was 12 months. Now, one of the first things we all learn as cancer patients is that prognoses really don't mean much. They are averages, they have nothing to do with individual cases. Nothing to do with us. So I made it past the 6-month point, and then the 12-month point.
But one of my doctors told me something else. It wasn't a prognosis, really. He said that for people who have what I have, Stage IV metastatic colon cancer, the average length of survival is 20 months. I remember asking, "Twenty months from when?" I thought maybe I could squeeze out another month or two, depending on when that clock started running. The answer was, 20 months from diagnosis.
Well, July is my twentieth month. If I make it to tomorrow, I'll have beaten the average. Twenty months and one day. I'm going to be driving very carefully today. I mean, if I got hit by a bus or something today, that would be pretty ironic. And no one really wants to die of irony. To be totally honest, I was diagnosed on Dec. 7th, so maybe I really need to make it to August 8th. But I'm choosing not to be that literal.
There have been plenty of days over the last 20 months when I didn't think I would make it. We've all had days like that. But most of the time, I believed that limit didn't apply to me. So now, I guess, at least as far as the averages go, I'm heading into uncharted territory. Will I make another 20 months? Who knows? None of us, with cancer or without, know how much time we're going to have. But I don't have a target anymore, a finish line, or I guess more accurately, a waypoint or checkpoint to pass on this road.
There is one decision I need to make. Long before I was diagnosed, I started wearing a bracelet that, by coincidence, has 20 beads. When I realized that, I wore it almost every day, using it to remind me of what I had been told. So now what do I do with it? Have I used up its good luck? Should I keep wearing it to start a new 20-month calendar? This is important, because I've been told that it's the accessories that make the outfit, and who am I to argue with the laws of fashion?
7:19 AM ET | 07-31-2007 | permalink

