ding – and the winner is…

Uncertain, but I claim round one on points. I was in the depths of despair, the highest highs, but stayed with the plan:

Make decisions quickly and aggressively after reviewing the facts. Assume that I was cured and healed at each junction of waiting, Proceed pragmatically through the steps.

The last scan completed, my body dissected electronically and magically reassembled on the computer screen. It shows dark where expected, and no outliers, tumors, unexpected danger.

Once home, I popped a synthroid ( replacement thyroid hormone ) and within an hour my swollen, sore tongue,is quick and nimble.

I am left with the scar, that angry four inch curve at the base of my neck. Unlike all my other scars which make me laugh, for they boast of strength or recklessness, this one labels me tainted.

Perhaps someday it will label me a survivor.

2 Comments on “ding – and the winner is…”

  1. Funny how I too am proud of the scar on the inside of my calf where a shard of glass from a champagne bottle–accidentally dropped & smashed, with the force of carbonation shooting it upward to cut me–yet cringe at the scars from cancer-related surgeries. Shouldn’t the former be inconsequential, and the latter be a badge of courage?

    • billgncs says:

      I had always thought that if we can take three steps back from any emotional event, we can laugh at it.

      Sometimes it takes years to get our distance, and sometimes I force to mentally step back and see the absurdity of a situation in the moment.

      I have never been to war, but I expect like cancer there is no three step separation, just a grim, bitter acceptance.

      Thanks for your insightful comment.

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