It Was Official… 30 Years Ago Today
30 years ago, I was diagnosed with cancer, Hodgkin’s Disease… now called Hodgkin’s Lympoma. I guess they wanted the cancer to sound less scary. For the last several posts, I told about the thought processes and denials I went through, as not one, but more than a half dozen medical professionals tried to convince me otherwise, that a healthy 22-year old with everything going for him, had his entire life turned upside down.
I had a doctor appointment on the Monday evening after Thanksgiving, following my work day. I was returning back to the doctor that my friend Stephen sent me to. Again, not sure as to why I had not returned to my own doctor at this point. Just as the evening when I went to the hematologist, the weather was typical northeast nasty rainy and damp.
There was no handshake when the doctor came, no idle chit chat.
Doctor: The results from pathology confirm what we suspected. You have Hodgkin’s Disease.
I heard the words, and I could not deny them. And it was from that moment, that not only my life would change, but how I handle adversity. My emotions were now turned off. I should have been upset, freaking out. But I was calm, focused on every word the doctor was saying. I guess if there was one improvement of my life, it is the way that I handle crisis when faced, because I face each and every one the same way.
The doctor explained to me that I was going to need an oncologist/hematologist. He understood that my reaction to the last one that he sent me to, would make it impossible for me to return. I do want to make a side note here… I did see this doctor again later on in life, in passing of a hallway in the hospital during one of my later stays twenty years later. He knew right away who I was. More importantly, I got the opportunity to apologize for my boorish behavior.
At least I knew in advance, that when I made the decision what doctor I would be seeing, I knew what an oncologist and hematologist were, cancer doctors. Three decades ago, as long a time ago as it is short, there were hardly any success stories when it came to cancer. But I did have one that I could look to.
Two years earlier, my grandmother had beaten breast cancer. She was still with us, so clearly, he could save my life. It was a no-brainer, I will see her oncologist and he will save my life. I told the doctor that I would make that appointment as soon I spoke with my grandmother to find out what his name was. And I did apologize to this doctor as well for my stubbornness, that I knew he meant well. The doctor told me he understood how I must have felt at the “sucker punch” that I received.
Once I got to my car, started the ignition, turned on the windshield wipers and headlights, I went to grab the gear shift to put the car in drive, and my hand just dropped to the floor of the console. My body was overcome by a numbness. Just moments ago however, I was calm and collected. But now it was hitting me. I had cancer.
I must have been sitting idling in my car close to a half an hour when I finally came back around. Finally getting my composure together, I started to think of what I needed to do next. Call my grandmother for the name of her oncologist. Shit! I have to tell my fiance. We were supposed to get married in six months. Somehow, as I could feel another rush of emotions about to come out, I pushed them back and continued to think how I needed to approach everyone, but I also had another issue I had to think about, my employment. I cannot explain how I rationalized it, but as I put the car in drive, and began the drive back to my apartment, I drove by my place of employment. Lights were still on in the office area of the store. I pulled into the parking lot. May as well take care of this while I am here. Little did I know, the emotional need this detour to telling my loved ones would meet and help me prepare.
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