First things first: A couple of days ago, I’d promised to report back with some suggested wine pairings and side-dish recommendations for my CT contrast “smoothie.”
Alas, I’ve got nothing. The “berry” flavor was as bad as I’d feared. The consistency? Even worse. And to add insult to injury, my barium beverage rendered me uncontrollably flatulent for the rest of the day. (Poor Esteban.) That stuff just became Reason #21,897 Why I’d Rather Not Have Cancer.
Add in a gruff radiologist who repeatedly (violently!) pinched my skin as he wrestled with my i.v., an ill-fitting tie-in-back get-up that was four sizes too big, the anxiety of wondering whether all the radiation would cause problems of its own, and the hassle of trying to find my way back to my car in that sprawling rat-maze of a gigantic medical complex, and you have the makings of a pretty rotten day.
And yet I’m perfectly content. That’s because, on the whole, my day was still wonderful.
My dog-sitting friend Tucker and I started the morning off with a predawn walk. I shivered the whole time (it was only 5˚F), but I loved my predecessors’ ghost-like footprints on the sidewalks.
I also loved Tucker’s urgent entreaties that I “throw the stick!” when we got home. He must think I’m Superman. (Thanks, buddy. Right back at ya.)
I loved having lunch with my friend Naomi right after my scans. It turns out that friendship, laughter and sushi are the best antidote to a morning in the hospital.
Then Esteban, Tucker and I took a nap together. One word: Bliss.
As the day draws to a close, I can’t help but hear Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” in my head. I have no idea what news the coming days will bring. But for today, this Friday is far from black.