Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Always Drink The Good Scotch.

I hate going to City of Hope every three months for my quarterly cancer check up, but I love the people in there, with the exception of the CT tech, who, no matter how hard he tries just can't hit the mark with the needle and so I end up being stabbed two or three or, as was the case this go round, four times. Though in fairness, my veins can be as absent as an Aussie Olympic Swimming Gold Medal! (only one!!! Are you kidding me?)

This go round was particularly nerve wracking since three months ago my amazing young Oncologist Dr. Pal had told me "We're watching a bit of a lump in the right lung," and so I was fully expecting to get not so good news this time, which inevitably means surgery, so I was bummed as well as more than a little nervous about being there. My type of cancer is fairly aggressive when it hits, so they need to get on top of any recurrence pretty quick and although the survivability has increased it's still not a great prognosis when you have had stage 4 as is the case with me. 

It's strangely weird living your life in three month blocks, you have no idea how quick time goes by when you are wondering if this visit maybe they'll find more cancer and what if it's gotten into my bones or worse yet my brain? Every little ache in my knee becomes a cancer hot spot, every little headache becomes metastasis to the brain, every new bruise on my body is surely recurrence... It gets old worrying about  this stuff all the time.
So there I sat, all pouty and sore from the stabbings, waiting to go in and be given the news that they were gunna cut more of my lung out and I was working myself into a bit of a tizzy and couldn't even make simple decisions like deciding between watching the "Jerry Springer Show" being re-run on the waiting room t.v. or reading the 1979 issue of Sports Illustrated, Patty gave my hand a squeeze and nodded out to the hall; my amazing young Oncologist is located on the 3rd floor of the hospital and his waiting area is directly across from the Pediatric Oncology Clinic, so I look across the hall and watch a laughing bald headed 8 or 9 or 14 year old patient being wheeled into their amazing oncologists and it gives me a great deal of perspective.
What a light switch that becomes and it instantly transported me back five years earlier to when my older amazing Oncologist first took me on as a patient, Patty and I were completely into the whole idea of healthy living as an assistant to beating cancer and so we sat in front of him and Patty asked

"What can we do as patients?"
(I love how this disease is a joint thing, she's an amazing crutch for me.)

Dr. Figglin looked at both of us with a smile as crooked as a two bob watch and said

"Always drink the good Scotch." 

When we can afford it (and sometimes when we can't) we pretty much do just that, but sometimes we need a little reminder and sitting there watching that young girl being wheeled into her appointment with a smile on her face was just the tonic I needed.

So, that's my post for this week, short I know but my mind has been in other places and I really struggled to make myself sit down and write this in spite of myself...


Oh, the lump they're watching............. turns out its only scar tissue! PHEW :)












17 comments:

  1. Great post! Great advice! And I was about to yank your hair out until I read the last line. Thought you were going to keep us in the dark about the results. So glad it was good news! I'll skip the scotch, but I'll drink to your health with my bottle of Diet Coke! Here's to you! And Patty, too!

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    1. Thanks Kathy,
      I look forward to sharing that drink with you soon... Patty sends her love.

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  2. Thank you, Jon! Such good news and a great reminder to drnk the good stuff! I, too, will pass on the scotch but will toast to you!

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    1. Thanks Gina,
      I know after all you've been through and continue to go through you know how to drink the good stuff :)

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  3. Jon, I so appreciated reading this. I’m a 14 year survivor and only see my oncologist once a year now, but I still relate and experience what you described almost to the last period. While reading your post I could see myself in that chair getting poked and feel the anxiety while waiting to see the oncologist; hear myself questioning every headache, every pain, every bruise… And like you, I was told a chest x-ray showed “worrying spots”, later to be told it was scar tissue. Hang in there, keep your perspective and humor, and you’ll be a survivor too. And many, many thanks for reminding me to always drink the good Scotch :)

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    1. You just brought tears to my eyes and a lightness to my heart reading your comments. Congratulations and never, ever, skimp on the Good Stuff no matter what it is.
      Thanks again and God Bless.

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  4. Jon, you are amazing! I look forward to our next meeting ... and to your next blog post!

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    1. My Amazing Young Oncologist, WOW! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment doc, I'm blown away that you took the time.

      HEY Everyone this is my Guy! and he's about to become a daddy for the first time, so best wishes to him and his his wife.

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  5. Well done, sir. I will bring the scotch in November.

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    1. You ARE the good scotch Juliet :) cant wait to see you.

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  6. Okay, I know this is a wonderful blog post. I could see it in my peripheral vision as I was careening down the page as fast as I could to get to the "whew, it's scar tissue" part.

    Whew. It's scar tissue.

    Now I can go back and read it properly.

    Love you.

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  7. Don't they say, "Create tension?"

    Thanks for reading and commenting Lynda...

    Love ya too babes!

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  8. From one survivor to another...here's to you!

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    1. Congratulations Dawn, I'll be thinking of you tonight while I'm sipping on one :)

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  9. I've been rationing a bottle of 18 year Macallan my husband bought for me. I was so annoyed that he spent so much on a bottle of booze, as after all of these years he should know me well enough to know that not only am I cheap, I'm indiscriminate. This post really made me think... the fact that I've squandered the opportunity to enjoy something really special, something really delicious and the chance to relish in a very thoughtful gift from my hubs is a far greater loss than the hundred bucks that I felt could have been better spent.

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  10. So... I am off to crack open that bottle at 1:43 in the afternoon! If I am gonna start living and start "drinking the good scotch," I'm starting right now, by god!
    Thanks for another great post.

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  11. Thanks for reading and commenting Jennifer,
    I love that it encouraged you to drink the good scotch, but I'm disappointed that you didn't bring it out here and share dangit!

    Was it good?

    Cheers,

    xox

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