“Responsible denial! I like that!”
My oncologist is a hoot! i’ve been going to see him every six months for the past four and a half years. As much as i love him, i’d be quite happy not to see him quite so often… Once i get to the five-year milestone, we will only see each other once a year.
i’d just finished explaining to him that despite his luscious charms, i’m ready to go to that annual visit. The six month thing is screwing with my ability to live in the realm of “responsible denial”. That thing that says “yeah, i had it, and i’m going to be a good kid and do what i’m supposed to, but for the rest of the time, i’m not going to think about this too much…”
He was ok with the concept, but reminded me that he’ll have to see me in six more months before we can start to have an annual date.
daisyfae: Gee, you’re kinda OCD.
Dr. P: Such tendencies are generally welcomed in my field of practice.
When i first started seeing him, he had gently bemoaned the fact that he’d had to put off a vacation because life got in the way. i reminded him that a man in his profession ought to know better…
From that point on, our conversations started with “Where have you been lately?” And between the two of us? We’ve covered a lot of turf!
Today, i started, with tales from my trip to NYC and Chicago, along with plans for two dive trips before the end of the year. Grilling me on details, he was fascinated with my plans to chase the whale sharks off the coast of Central America as they meander along their migration route.
We talked of SCUBA training, rescue dives, and various terrifying moments i’ve stumbled upon in my rookie dive adventures… Including a night drift dive in 5 mph currents that nearly resulted in a permanently soiled wetsuit!
We talked about the motorcycle, and my frustration at having it in the shop for over five weeks this summer. And my slight limp as i moved from the chair to the exam table – injuries received by dancing my lumpy, middle-aged ass off at a local festival all weekend.
Dr. P shook his head in disbelief…
daisyfae: Yeah, i know i’m your craziest patient…
Dr. P: No, just the biggest daredevil!
daisyfae: It’s managed risk! C’mon, i’m not stupid. This isn’t like walking a tightrope between skyscrapers – i’m careful about risk mitigation! Always have a net. Always have “Plan B”.
Dr. P: You’re still out there on the ledge!
daisyfae: Reckon so…. i’m pretty sure it won’t be the cancer that kills me…
Dr. P: It would have to catch you first!
We both laughed, and he went on with his exam…
“Responsible Denial” or not, i’m certainly aware of the fact that cancer doesn’t need GPS and RFID tags to track you down…
cartoon from the brilliant world of xkcd