A topic that isn’t often talked about is what happens after cancer treatment is deemed a success. Ongoing tests and scans can be unsettling for survivors.
I recently went in for my annual cancer scans. Seven years into survivorship, I shrugged at the thought of it. No biggie, I thought. I’ve got this. Scanxiety is for losers.
I was still cocky at 8am.
I had forgotten that after last year’s gauntlet of tests, I had ripped my hospital ID card, chain and all, from around my neck and tossed it in a trash can in the parking lot. I forgot until this year, when I couldn’t properly check in without it. I had to go get another one.
I felt the need to tell the nice lady who made me a new card, who assured me that people lost them all the time, that I hadn’t lost it. I had thrown it away in a cinematic fashion, as if I were yanking off my tie and stomping away from my job. And then a huge explosion went off behind me and I just kept walking.
She laughed, really laughed, and that made me feel better.
In the waiting room, I texted a friend, Anya. We like coming up with dream casts of movies based on books. “New movie” I typed. She came right back with Excellent Women by Barbara Pym, a devastatingly witty tale of an English spinster and her peculiar love life. Casting began immediately with Rocky Napier, the dashing, flirtatious military man. “Tom Hiddleston IS Rocky Napier,” Anya said. “Check,” I said. “It’s almost eerie.”
We settled upon Adam Driver as the odd anthropologist Everard Bone. A few more characters in, and my name was called.
After the first event, a 45-minute blood draw with an IV, I texted Anya again. “I cannot wait to get out of here,” I said.
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