I guess this post has been a while coming, but quite honestly, I've been having a bloody shit-show (ahaha, see what I did there?) of a week or two.
I don't have cancer. Hooray!
I got the colonoscopy results a week ago and I was grateful but oddly underwhelmed. There's a couple of reasons behind this: One, because I never did radiation or chemo or anything, I still don't really feel like a real Cancer Survivor™. There's still this weird unreality about the whole ordeal.
I had cancer. I had surgery. I didn't have cancer anymore.
Meanwhile, I found it hard to get too excited because of the uncertainty in knowing that there is always a chance of it coming back. So I got the news and it was like "You don't have cancer," and I thought inwardly "... well, for now."
I guess I'm being overly pragmatic about the whole thing? I feel like I *should* be super-excited and jumping for joy when in reality I'm more like "Oh.. okay. Cool. Want to get a pizza?"
Does that make me ungrateful? Maybe.
Today I drove down to Mount Sinai to meet with my surgeon about my progress. Traffic and other complications, including almost hitting a pedestrian outside the hospital, resulted in being about 25 minutes late. Thankfully, the people at the hospital know I'm coming a rather stupid distance and are understanding.
The Well-Travelled One and I waited in the world's tiniest exam room until a nervous resident came to go over my medical history. I've gotten to the point where I can pretty much recite my entire medical history on command. Often to strangers in grocery stores.
I was subjected to an examination of both my abdomen (not terribly invasive) and rectum (much more invasive), rolling over while trying not to fall off the exam table.
I laughed long and loud after the mildly uncomfortable rectal exam, as the resident explained that each of the hospital's residents have to take turns with each area of specialty and that he'd come to the conclusion that he was not cut out for colorectal work due to being cursed with huge fingers.
This was probably the funniest thing I heard all day. I'm glad he didn't tell me before the exam, though.
We met with my surgeon afterwards, who was pleased with my condition. I'm to go back in six months for a scope and possibly a CT scan. I originally thought that I would not have to go back for a year, but truth be told, I'd rather have a six month check-up, so if anything new develops, there's a good chance of catching it early again.
I felt a little more relief at this news, but I still am not all super-duper excited.
I'm glad. I'm grateful. But I'm not excited.
Do you ever get to let your guard down after something like this?
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