A Body at War
“Sometimes I find myself using 'war' or 'fight' because I can't think of a different way to say it. And these days, sometimes I do feel like I've been in a fight.”
I know a lot of you don't like the "fight" or "war" analogies when we're talking about our struggles with cancer.
Because to call it a fight implies that, ultimately, we'll lose.
I agree with that. But sometimes I find myself using "war" or "fight" because I can't think of a different way to say it. And these days, sometimes I do feel like I've been in a fight.
I saw my plastic surgeon last week. No, I'm not having any body work done, although I've always wanted to do something about my double chin. But now just doesn't seem like the time to worry about it.
The plastic surgeon did all the work on my back after the neurosurgeons were finished with my spine. He moved some muscles around and closed up the incision. He also put the drains in.
He's the doctor who's going to decide if the last drain will come out this week, so I just want to go on record here, in case he reads this, saying what a great doctor he is! I figure a little sucking up can't hurt.
Anyway, he was quite pleased with the way the incision is healing. And then he said, "You look great on the outside. Inside, you're still a war zone." He was talking about our efforts to defeat the staph infection, something that is apparently much harder than I thought.
I'd never thought of it that way, but I guess he's right. My body is a war zone.
However we talk about it, however we label it, I am fighting for my life.
7:35 AM ET | 11-26-2007 | permalink

