Puppies, Rainbows and Wonderful News

jen-september-2009Normally, I keep these updates over in How’s Jen, but I thought it made sense to include the great news on MommaBlog this time.

When we walked into the waiting area, the announcers on the TV were just getting to the M’s. The nurses at the Manhattan radiology center where I was about to have a PET scan had tuned the TV to news coverage of the annual September 11th anniversary memorial taking place downtown. My husband and I paused as the announcer, a relative of a 9-11 victim, read our neighbor’s name. Then we sat down and waited for my turn in the PET scan machine.

Normally, I’d have driven myself to my post-cancer scan, but on Friday, I wasn’t feeling too great. A sinus infection had moved into my chest where, it seems, it wreaked havoc on the nerve damage in my lungs caused by chemotherapy and radiation. Plus, it was pouring rain outside, and I knew the FDR Drive would be backed up. Better to have my husband brave the two-hour commute (over just 30 miles). Besides, then I could text my friends.

“It’s scan day. Puppies and rainbows,” I e-mailed to my writer friends, asking them for “Zen for Jen.” They replied by adding even more happy thoughts to the list. By the time the nurse gave me my pre-test radiation shot, it included:
puppies
rainbows
hummingbirds
ice cream
butterflies
baby roses sparkling in morning dew
sunrise or sunset so beautiful it takes your breath away
music that makes your hear float in ecstacy
and all good things that make good thoughts and positive energy …
And chocolate!

I drank the awful banana gunk — CT contrast — this time choosing not to “order” rum from the nurse. My seventh scan in two years, perhaps it was time to retire the joke. On such a solemn day in New York, it didn’t feel appropriate anyhow.

After I finished the scan, we got back into the car and headed home in less traffic, but more rain. At home, I settled onto the couch, figuring I wouldn’t get the results until the next day. But then my cell phone rang, and my oncologist gave me the good news: “No sign of disease,” he cheered. I asked him if my upcoming two years in remission mark meant that my scans would go from four months apart to every six months. He replied, “Well, there’s new thinking that two years is it.” In other words: CURED — a word I didn’t expect to hear for another three years, after many more PET scans.

I’m liking the new thinking.

On Sunday, we went to church, where the lyrics of one hymn made me darn near cry:

Leave behind your former self and live.
Don’t look back, don’t be afraid; follow.

In my head, I added, “And chocolate!”

Jen

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  1. Jen Singer

    Thanks everyone. And Barb, that’s very kind of you to say. “Cured” might be a strong word, but I’m definitely in another level of remission of some sort. Either way, it feels good.

  2. Julie

    congrats! May the rest of your life be all puppies and rainbows with extra chocolate!

  3. Barb Freda

    Does saying I’m proud of you make sense? You faced this with such good grace and great humor, Jen. I hope if I EVER face adversity this way that I find an ounce of the same. CURED is a fabulous word.

    And chocolate.

  4. Chelsea

    Oh, Jen. Yay! :-)

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