Monday, September 16, 2013

Is It Strange to Look Forward to a Visit with your Oncologist?

This is my third attempt to post a new entry. I'm tempted to say it's writer's block, but it's not. It's just that the thoughts I've been having are worthy of about a line or two and not a full post, so I'll do what all good bloggers do when they can't connect the dots from idea to idea -- I'll use bullets. 

  • I've been looking forward to my upcoming visit to see Dr. L. But then I often find  myself looking forward to my quarterly visits. That seems strange. It's not the Crystal Light flavored contrast agent; or the pre-scan fasting; or the bloodwork. Part of it is that it's an opportunity to be another 3-months clear. As much as I try not to live scan to scan, there's always that mental calendar that's hard to turn off. Each post-chemo visit from now until whenever may carry the anxiety of the lymphoma returning, but it also brings with it the opportunity to have as close as we get to a clean bill of health.
  • The other part of the anticipation is because of the way I'm always treated at Dana-Farber when I replace my employee ID with my patient bracelet. There's a feeling of welcome and belonging that permeates the place and for cancer patients who can feel vulnerable and full of a sense of otherness, not to mention just plain sick, this big bear hug of a feeling helps.
  • I'm also looking forward to our trip to NY to the Lymphoma Research Foundation's National Education Forum. But I have to admit, it's just odd to be looking forward to attending a forum for cancer patients. As we say, the cancer patient/survivor club is the nicest club that no one ever wants to join. It will be good to hear the latest on lymphoma research and treatment, maybe connect with a few other follicularians (that's my new word for follicular lymphoma survivors) and to get away for a weekend. (If you're going to NY for this event, let me know!) 
  • The longer it is between posts, the harder it is to post. 
  • I was surprised the other day to feel a passing wave of nausea. But if you believe what you read on the Internet, that's pretty normal even 6 months post-chemo. As a friend of mine said, I shouldn't be surprised given all the chemicals that were pumped through me. It's happened on occasion since treatment finished, but it's manageable and well short of the need for medication to manage it.
  • Our less processed life continues. It continues to surprise me with how much artificial stuff is in supposedly good-for-you foods.

  • As I introduced myself the other night to my new editing class, I was thinking: I wonder if any of my students Googled me, and if so, what they found. As an adjunct professor, there's not a lot of official info on me on the Emerson web site, but Google is an open book, so to speak. Two or three years ago, it would have been an innocuous search that would have revealed a French chef, and a corporate bio or two or me. Now, it's a different story. Cancer is inexorably part of my identity. It's not what I wanted, but I'm good with it.

p.s. - It's taken more than a week between writing and posting. It's just going to be a busy fall, with work, teaching, sports, and other commitments. So while I aim to post more regularly, it may be a quiet blogging fall -- both for writing and reading. So to all my fellow bloggers out there, hope you're doing well.