Happy Thanksgiving! You’ve got lung cancer!
A few people have said something along the lines of “really rough to get such bad news right before Thanksgiving”. After giving this some thought, i’ve decided there is no particularly good time to find out you have a life-threatening illness.
Sunny day in May? Dark, dreary and blustery cold day in February? Columbus Day shopping holiday? National Lung Cancer Awareness Day?
Although not nearly as grim of a diagnosis, i got verification of breast cancer on December 26th, 2006. That was only because the doctor refused to meet with me on the 24th, Christmas Eve. When i pressed him, he danced around the availability of the biopsy results, and said something like “I wouldn’t want to have you worried about it over Christmas”.
Hey, Nimrod! i was already worried about it, right about the time i got the call for a follow-up mammogram. What’s under the fucking tree is about the last thing on my mind this weekend…
Let’s weigh out the timing of the news that was delivered to my Mom today. Probable Lung Cancer vs Dinner at Golden Corral*on Saturday? You know what? Once we left the doc, she was feeling pretty good, and asked if we could go to a new Chinese food buffet instead. She was fairly upbeat once she started telling me about all the different things they have at that new place…
My family does not waste away. We can eat through any crisis.
As far as a medical update on Mom, the pulmonary doc was being a bit evasive, telling her that the PET scan indicated some metabolic activity that indicated that the mass in her lung is likely to be lung cancer. But without a biopsy, there is no diagnosis. Next stop? Needle biopsy.
But first? The buffet…
* Given the last two years of disaster, we agreed to meet for a Thanksgiving meal at 2:00pm Saturday on neutral turf: The trough at the Golden Corral All-You-Can-Shove-Into-Your-Gullet Buffet. Yum. When i laid out the family plans, with the backdrop of Mom’s cancer, to my sister in Florida? She offered to fly back to The Park to join us – but i assured her it wasn’t necessary. Then we laughed our asses off when she asked her partner “Hey, you wanna fly 2,000 miles to have lunch at Golden Corral? I don’t think we have any of those down here.”