I met with my radiation oncologist last Monday morning. He introduced himself and, instead of me having to bring him up-to-speed, he told me everything he knew about my case. I appreciated this. It showed me that he has already taken the time to familiarize himself with me. He told me to correct him if he gets anything wrong and feel free to add additional information along the way as I see fit. I did.
After we went through everything up until now he confirmed that I'm on the right course doing the right thing. Hearing that never gets old because fear and doubt creep into my thoughts on a daily basis. It's one of the battles that I have to deal with.
He told me it's a bit early for him to do anything but I already knew that. I let him know I realized that but that I just wanted to get the ball rolling so that after surgery I wouldn't have to worry about getting this duck sorted out.
I call all the things I need to do "ducks", as in ducks in a row or in a pond. I like the pond metaphor better because sometimes they don't happen in a specific sequence. Being open to that prevents anxiety and stress.
I also asked him, that I ask all the doctors I encounter, if he sees this cancer a lot and what he sees as the average prognosis. He told me he does see this often and he said he's seen a 90%+ survivability rate. That news made my eyes well up with tears of hope.
Life is funny. I think we go about it not really thinking about death. When in reality we can die any day, any moment. Whether it be in a car crash, a random shooting or bombing (now-a-days), being struck by a meteor or a million other things that can spell our demise. I know I did.
I mean, I occasionally did. But I just pushed it out of my head, like I'm sure most people do. Living blissfully in ignorance. You can't very well go around thinking about death anyway. That would make one pretty dreary. Hell, I even planned on living well into old age, I still do, at least I hope I do but with a huge dose of reality that that may as well not happen.
Being courted by Death sure does put one on notice. This death thing is real! It can really happen, to me!
I was always one who looked to the future. Waited for the weekend, saved for a rainy day, saved for retirement, waiting for a someday when I'll finally go here, or do this or say that. Reminds me of a quote by a wise man...
"All his life has he looked away... to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was." - Yoda, Empire Strikes Back
Funny how I've heard those words many times but had never taken them to heart, until now. Yes, they're words spoken by a fictional character from a movie, but that doesn't make them any less true.
Now, what this cancer has given me is a greater appreciation for the now. An appreciation for today. Who I am now. Where I am now. Who I'm with now. What I'm doing now. I am a now person living in today.
Anyway, back on track.
He did a brief exam of my neck and mouth which pretty much every doctor has done that I have seen. He said that once the surgery is finished we'll know how to proceed. He'll receive the reports from the surgeon and from that he'll know what and how to target my neck with radiation to kill any remaining cancer cells.
He went through the normal stuff like what I can expect, how long the treatment will take, and the side effects I may or may not experience. One side effect that I'm concerned about is loss of saliva.
He said most people lose some saliva production, and some lose all. Not only could I have the discomfort of a dry mouth but little or no saliva could cause severe dental hygiene problems. It's manageable but I would have to keep a water bottle with me all the time and take sips constantly to wet my mouth. Not the worst thing a person would have to live with. I'm hoping for not a complete loss of my ability to salivate, but if I do I'll just have to deal with it and be thankful I'm alive.
That's about the extent of my visit. Another positive doctors visit. Those never get old either. I'll take all those I can get.