Our bodies are ours.
And yet,
it takes fancy machines and people with extensive medical training
to tell us how we’re actually doing,
what our future holds.
The way we feel,
the aches, the pains, the twinges
or lack thereof,
do not always accurately describe what is happening
at a cellular level.
And so,
we rely on fancy machines and people with extensive medical training
to tell us how we’re actually doing,
what our future holds.
A clear scan is cause for celebration, and celebrate we do.
But the thing about our bodies,
our cells,
our cancers,
is that they are not stagnant.
They are ever-growing, ever-evolving,
a fact to which some walk through this world oblivious,
not thinking for a moment
about what may be happening
or growing
inside their very being.
But not those of us who have experienced bad news,
who have seen pictures of those cells gone wild,
who no longer have the privilege of oblivion.
We can’t unknow what our bodies are capable of,
in ways both positive and positive.
These ever-changing cells
cause the need for more scans,
more tests to be booked
in the not-so-distant future,
Despite the good news of today,
the scheduling of which puts a bit of a damper
on the celebration itself.
The celebratory vibe,
the high that comes from getting an all clear,
or at least an “all stable” reading,
lasts for just a bit.
Just like a canned good whose seal has been broken,
we know that the data from the scans begins to lose its freshness
as soon as its been taken.
And so the confidence with which we feel
we’re in the clear
wanes
as the days go on.
The energy shifts from celebration towards anxiety,
scanxiety,
as we can’t help but think about what may be happening,
growing,
multiplying
in our bodies.
Our bodies that are ours,
but that it takes fancy machines and people with extensive medical training
to tell us how we’re actually doing,
what our future holds.
Our bodies are ours.
And yet.
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