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CAT scan blues

The time has finally come. This Tuesday my insurance company sent the approval authorizing 22 hundred bucks for a tomography and an ultrasound, and on Wednesday I made an appointment at te image center in my local hospital. As everybody knows, a creatinine test is required, so Thursday morning I woke up very early to cook breakfast for my wife and for me, both to go, and then I went to the lab. I was running late, I arrived 7:30 AM, but it was surprisingly empty, and by 8:00 I was arriving to my dad’s house, to work from there. My dad is recovering from his own radiation treatment, last week he was admitted to the hospital for a few days, and now he’s recovering at home. Radiation is mean. Cancer treatment is very aggressive. My dad was doing great and treatment has robbed him of his strength and independence. He lost a lot of weight and is frail and weak. I have been working from the hospital and from his home for more than a week, taking care of him. Sick cares for sicker. Two years ago or so I was staying in his house. He gave me his room upstairs and he would bring me my food at night to my bed. In the mornings I would come down to get breakfast, but he had to prepare it. Today I help him every way I can. I hold him when he walks, I dry his hands when he washes them, I hand him water and the food he can tolerate, I spray water on his face, I bring medicine, I do as much as I can while doing my work. I see he is a little bit better every day and that comforts me. He will get out of this. Stupid smokers, if they knew what cancer does, I always think. But my dad and I are not here because of any tobacco. We are into this for different reasons. 

These days I have felt great, really better than ever. I have been able to care for my dad, work and I haven’t really been able to lay down during the day, which I usually have to do, because that’s the only way the air will leave my modified digestive tract, and otherwise it can become a painful problem that can take a good while to fix. But these days my body has behaved great to the point that I should be in great health and the scan should prove me clear. I don’t think this is the situation. A lump in an area full of lymph nodes feels like it will bring sad news, the worst I’ve heard so far. Everybody says “you will see you are doing fantastic!” But I don’t know how they can say such thing without knowing. Won’t they feel bad if it ends up being a lie? What will they say then? “Oops!” “I’m sorry, you had to live a week with a cruel lie” what? But I don’t really mind, the comment is silly and mean, but they do it with good intentions, and they really cannot make the situation better or worse for me. It will be what the scans say. 

Tomorrow I will have the ultrasound first. I once had one and it was messy with lots of “lube” to make the thing see (hear?) what’s inside. Then, with all the gooey thing on me, I will head to the other room to drink a liter of contrast mixed with mango drink powder, and when I’m so full that I may burst, I will go to the cold tomography room. A nurse will come to find a decent vein and start an IV line. I will lie down on the bed, arms over my head, and the technician will tell me they will run a quick test to see if the line and my veins hold and can stand the real thing. They will rush water into me. Once this succeeds, they will prepare the dose of poison, the contrast that runs in the veins. As they pump it, my arm will feel hot, then the center of my chest, and finally a fire will start from my lowest of the abdominal cavity, rushing up to the head. The smell of the poison will flood my nose and then the taste of the drug will fill my mouth. Pressure will build up. I will be asked to breath deeply, release and stay still without breathing. The bed will move and by then I will be hearing the machine spinning very fast. While having to lie still and not breathing, this is the time nausea may hit. You don’t want to screw up the imaging. Hold! Hold… can’t… hold!!!! I need to… Hold!!!! Then the voice will tell me to breath normally. This happens a few times. With luck, I won’t throw up. With more luck, I won’t even feel the nausea. The truth is that I have been doing better from my first scan to the latest. Last time I didn’t feel much. I call it “the mechanical scorpion”, but last time in September it was pretty mild. I think it should be mild this time too because I feel good, I feel better and I’m in better shape. What I’m not so confident about is the results. What else can the lump be? Who am I fooling? 

Results will be available a few days later. I will call my oncologist on Monday to make the appointment the same day the results will be in. I will enjoy my weekend. I will go to my yoga class Sunday morning with my wife. I will want to share a beer with my wife on Saturday. I will want to cook a nice lunch for us. I will hug our yorkie and will play with him. There has never ever been a happier dog. I will have Popsicles. 

I know I will enjoy good health at least for a few months, and that’s a lot of days. I want quality, not quantity, in terms of life. I don’t want a medical treatment that will make me miserable without really changing my situation into a promising outlook for a longer and healthier life. I don’t want to live in pain or die in pain. I don’t want to die alone. We all die alone, but I want to be surrounded by my dearest people. I want to reach my last day with the solace that all my loved ones will be left with comforting recollections of what we’ve meant to one another. I will live my healthy days happy and enjoying my time, eating what I like, feeling the sun, genuinely enjoying every sip of the experience of being alive. If results come good, I will celebrate. Let’s see. One thing is what I say and another is what actually happens when reality develops in its full potential. There are no gods here, never, I am on my own. 

The sky is crying

Yesterday we had shrimp broth and fish for lunch, and we hurried to see my oncologist. My tummy was bloating, but I wasn’t going to cancel the appointment. We made it there as the first drops of rain started to fall. 

The waiting room was full of people. A guy, young, overweight and tired, was connected to a huge and heavy oxygen cylinder. He wore sneakers, but it was obvious he couldn’t run. This disease is an asshole, it takes a healthy person that’s very busy minding his own business, calls his attention, and then between disease and treatment, they render him frail, tired, useless, unable to eat, move and be independent. 

The oncology area is a last minute add-on to the hospital. They built a small area hanging from the multi-story parking lot and on each level they made a few rooms. The receptionist called my name and escorted us to the elevator and the room my oncologist got yesterday. We didn’t speak a lot before he asked me to go to the examination table. T-shirt gone, he looked at the lump in my neck, touched it, observed it and looked at the area in general. Then he wanted to check the groin lymph nodes and the testicle I had reported. He immediately said it was definitely asymmetric. He and his assistant exchanged opinions in the lowest voice. He wanted to take a sample of the lump in the neck, she wanted images. He offered local images, she preferred full images. He conceded full images and also an ultrasound for the super testicle. They prescribed the images and said I would get the paperwork to place the request for the insurance company. They will look at the tomography to see the shape of the lump and it’s extent, and they will use the rest of the image to check for issues elsewhere in my body. The ultrasound will also be the first tool to see what’s wrong with the super testicle. Using the images I will probably have surgery to remove the lump and send it to the lab. 

While this can be something harmless, given my history, it has a chance to be bad. I will defy it and I will laugh at it while I can. I see a few options here. If it’s a new cancer, it will have to be treated and I will go into surveillance once again. If it’s the same colon cancer, I think it’s likely to have spread and become a life sentence. I will look for quality of life first and quantity second. If it’s some harmless thing, it will be removed and there will be an important celebration. 

The truth is that I have been feeling better and better, and while I spent last year visiting the ER, I have been improving and it’s now been months without going there. That speaks about a better health, but then why the lump? Stupid disease. 

As we were paying, the rain became much stronger. I told my wife I would walk to the car and drive to her. She would wait under a roof. I walked under the covered paths, but those work well if the rain is light. This was getting stronger and the wind was picking up. Ten meters to go and I was going to be in a building, to cross to my car, and that’s when the wind went really wild. I ran hard and the wind blew lots of water horizontally on me. I was so wet! I screamed as I made it into the building, because if you don’t scream it’s not as exciting. People said nothing. I walked into the Starbucks, stole a napkin to clean my glasses, and another one to clean my glasses in the car, and headed out. My car was right there, across the narrow street, but the wind was very strong. A man and a woman came out. The man ran to his car and the woman decided it was too strong and went back in. I waited for the storm to loosen a little, but it didn’t happen and ran to the car. I was soaking wet. I drove to my wife. She was completely dry and knew nothing! It took an hour to get back to our house, which in other conditions can be reached within ten minutes. Some places were flooded, lots of people had fallen victim to “hydrostupidity”, which is what happens here when it rains, and then the accidents. 

My wife suggested a hot shower, but by then my tummy was so bloated that I really needed to work on it. I played Sonny Boy Williamson’s “The Sky is Crying” and wrote an email to let my people at work know. 

I wasn’t too happy. The news weren’t good. Not happy news at all, and then I was cold and my tummy was bothering me a lot, and my tummy was the one that made the situation bad and brought the sadness. I know I can be stronger, but I shouldn’t have had tummy problems. I was sad.