Thursday, October 2, 2008
Radiating Waves and a Tall Boy
I had 21 weeks of chemotherapy, altogether. I felt every moment of it.
But now I've had nearly four months' respite from active cancer treatments. I feel much better. They stop giving you chemotherapy, and then you feel better. I feel almost normal, except for the fact that I still get tired fast (been puttering around the house, trying to find places for items displaced by the ongoing home renovations). I am not so interested in going back and being a cancer patient again.
So it was without much enthusiasm that I visited the radiation clinic today to discuss my upcoming treatment.
Nurse: So, when do you want to start?
Me: I don't want to.
Me, to Dr. : Why am I even in here? There are people out there in the lobby who can't even walk they're so sick. What is the deal?
Dr.: You had some bad luck.
Dr.: Those people out there, I'm just trying to buy them some more time.
Dr.: I'm trying to stop any illness at the microscopic level. Prevent you from being one of them someday, five, ten, twenty years from now.
Me: Yes, I was planning to be around for a while.
Dr.: Just think of this as your daily, 10-minute appointment at the 7-11.
Me: What, do I get a tall boy in a paper bag when I come here?
Dr.: Ha-ha. Sure, if that's what you want.