What, no superpowers?
So, I almost didn’t even mention this, but, I got scanned again today.
I’m on a six-month rotation now for my cancer re-staging scans. For those of you who might be relatively new to this blog, that’s a CT scan to check and see if my diffuse, large “B”-cell lymphoma has become active again. To see if I’m still in remission or if I’ll need treatment again. And, I can tell you for certain, as much as I piss and moan about having to go get this very comprehensive, very invasive, very uncomfortable scan, it still beats six months worth of chemotherapy. Trust me on this.
Now, I won’t say that I’m getting used to doing this, but, well, I sort of am. If getting a barium enema, however, becomes something that I start to think of as “normal”, then it’ll be time to put the old dog down because something truly terrible will have happened to my life. I don’t want ingesting radioactive materials, or having them injected, by any method, to ever become something I get real casual about, because it is a pretty serious thing, and being done for a very serious reason.
Of course, that’s not to say that the entire day was torturous. For one thing, I did get to spend the day with one of my very most favorite people. In. The. Entire. World!
Seriously! I adore her and hardly get to see her or talk to her even. She’s working and in school and, before you ask the question, dating someone who is most certainly not me at all. And, of course, I tend to be going a zillion miles a minute, so we tend to have some trouble connecting. I miss her, in short, and today was a fantastic opportunity to catch up with each other a little bit. Though, I have to admit, I’m afraid I may have been a little distracted by the aforementioned radioactive material and, so, I don’t think I was as fully present with her as I might have liked.
But, outside of that, it was as good a day as it could possibly be.
Though, I am starting to wonder just how truthful all those comic books I read as a kid were. After all, with all the exposure to radiation that I’ve had, I really feel like I should have developed some kind of super-mutant-power by now. I mean, I don’t turn green when I get mad or have any early warning of impending peril or anything! I figured that I’d at least be able to function as my own night-light by now!
*sigh*
Well, maybe in six months when I go back again something will finally happen.
I guess I’ll just have to check with my new oncologist in three weeks when I go see him for the results of this test. Maybe he can shed some light on just how many more times I have to do this before I can start picking out my costume for my super-identity.
Until then, though, I’ll just try not to set off any metal detectors at the airport….
