The date…June 3, 2014 - I finally got in to see my new gastroenterologist. It took me a little over 6 weeks to get an appointment. Suffice it to say that she’s the creme that de la’s all other creme that has ever creme’d before.
Dr. Ellen Scherl. The woman that I never knew I needed until I met her. From the first 30 seconds with her, I knew I was in good hands…err…great hands. She listened to my medical history - which, if I had printed it out, would be about as long as the first Game of Thrones book. But, for the rainforest’s sake…I just handed over a digital copy. At the end of my tragic soliloquy - she very pointedly stated, “We’ll fix you.”
Then she wiggled her nose and I felt like my old self again. The end.
Two days later, I was at Weill-Cornell Medical Center for a colonoscopy and an upper endoscopy so the doctor could check me out. She was planning on checking my system out for anything and everything that could possibly be causing all my digestive drama. Obviously, we already established the U.C. - but was there more? She was going to find out.
A quick note about Weill-Cornell Medical Center. Oh. My. God. I will never go to another medical facility for as long as I live. It was incredible. Beautiful. Just. Wow.
The whole thing went well. I went home, ate a family of elephants and a box of Oreos and carried on with my day.
My follow-up appointment was the next Friday. If you’ve been following along with your pocket planner - you will see this date as Friday, June 13th. Yep. That’s the one. I go in to see Dr. Scherl at 2pm to go over all the test results, the biopsies, the images of my insides…the whole shebang.
"The pathology came back with cancer - but I’m not so sure so we’re going to recheck…on Tuesday." She’s very matter-of-fact. A trait I value.
Excuse me? You want me to go a whole weekend with the c-word floating around in my otherwise jovial aura? OK, doc…you had me at hello but now I’m not so sure about our romance. But I’ll fucking see you next Tuesday…
She really is a lovely lady…honest. I am a very dramatic person. Or so I’ve been told.
I get thru the weekend. It was a glorious weekend actually. I had many a distraction. My dog learned that he could swim. It was a whole thing.
"We had a team of doctors look at your specimens, and they all came to the same conclusion. It’s what we originally thought. So now we treat."
I CrossFit…doesn’t that make me automatically invincible?
Here’s what I know:
1. Poorly differentiated adenocarcinoma with signet ring cell features found at 10cm in my colon.
2. I have the best team of medical professionals on my side. I have the biggest support group known to man and so much love and energy on my side that there’s no way this is going to keep me down for long.
3. I go to see a surgeon for a consultation on Tuesday, June 24. Until then…I know nothing.
Regardless of what I know or what I don’t. My head is high. My brain is in the best possible place I could expect it to be. And while life goes on - I’m starting to see things from a fresh perspective. It’s neat.
And I wait.