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Lucylastic -> RE: Got Prayers? (Or Good Wishes?) (4/5/2013 2:21:18 PM)
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ORIGINAL: dcnovice
In my writerly, exhibitionist way, I've created an email newsletter about my medical journey. It started as a simple way to update family and friens, then took on a life of its own. Here's tonight's installment, entitled "Am I a great host or what?"
My sister, Maureen, came to town two weeks ago. We’d already done the standard sights over the years, so I found an exciting new venue to explore: Georgetown University Hospital. A thrill a minute, as you can imagine. It was kind of cool to be on campus, in a way, as the Hoyas played in the NCAA. Might have been even cooler if they didn’t lose their very first game. Sigh.
GUH proved such a successful excursion that I repeated it the next week for my brother Teddy. Being admitted on Good Friday gave a certain symmetry to a Lent that had begun there on Ash Wednesday. It also provided a context for what must be one of the more rarified moments of medical humor. (Perhaps I should send it to Reader’s Digest?)The CT tech cheerfully promised that the scan wouldn’t go a second after three hours. “Perfect!” I replied. “I’ll hold my own with Christ on the cross.” Once he stopped laughing, the tech trumped me with “But I do not want to hear you say, ‘It is finished!’” Catholic hospitals do have their advantages.
Mom and Dad arrived in Maryland this evening, and we’ll catch up tomorrow. They’ve already seen my in-patient schtick, so we’re varying the theme with MRIs tomorrow (spine) and Saturday (head). Do I know how to give folks a fun weekend, or don’t I?
Joking aside, I need to be real and raw for a minute. I’m scared. Nothing so far in this journey, not even the possibility of a colostomy and certainly not death (says Mr. Humane Euthanasia!), has driven terror into my bones (which, you may recall, cannot be numbed) quite like the thought that the dizzy spells (which have hit me tonight even while sitting) and the loss of left-hand function (for a southpaw) are permanent changes, inexplicable and incurable. I cannot describe the mix of horror and despair that welled up in a meeting this afternoon as my efforts to take notes yielded nothing but runes.
If you’re the praying or good-energy-sending or whatever-works-for-you type, I’d appreciate your keeping me in mind at 4:30 ET tomorrow (4/5) and 11:00 ET on Saturday (4/6).
Thank you.
On the off-chance you want to follow a stranger's oncology adventure, feel free to pm me with your email. I totally realize this is not most folks' idea of recreational reading!
you will have mail. sending healing huggly when needed thoughts , often.
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