The next morning I did wake up. I woke up to the drumming
sound of rain falling down outside and was reminded of my bitter reality. Dark
clouds filled the sky. And my heart. My heart that way slowly being drained of
all hope.
“Today was a day I wouldn’t mind skipping”. Today I had an
appointment for my CAT scan. “Let’s just skip over today, or maybe the next few
days. Let’s get to the good parts.” I hoped there would be good parts.
There was no skipping of any days. There was no skipping of
any moments for that matter.
I knew I had to push right on through. I desperately wanted
to hide under my covers instead. I desperately wanted to make it all stop. I
wanted to wake up from this bad dream I was having. “Come on. It’s not funny
anymore. Let’s go back to the way things
were. This can’t be happening. This can’t be my life.”
When I was little I heard people say that my life was “like
a Norman Rockwell painting”. It was picture perfect with two parents who were
madly in love with each other and their two girls.
Well someone had smashed my painting. Into tiny pieces. And
then poured acid all over it.
We headed off to Middlesex Radiology, and I stuffed my sense
of dread as far down as it would go. It tried to surface a few times on the car
ride over, but I did my best to beat it back down.
We entered the waiting room, and I was annoyed to find a
room full of waiting people. I took a
quick scan of the room. There weren’t many smiles. That’s the thing about
waiting people. You don’t find many happy ones.
We sat for what felt like an eternity. My back ached. My
buttocks hurt from sitting upright in the chair. I had grown so accustomed to
lying in my bed. This was straining my body. I slouched down in the seat, but
it didn’t help.
Twenty minutes passed and a black woman called my name from
her cubicle. My mom hurried over to meet her. I decided it was better for me to
stay put. I would only move if absolutely necessary. A few moments later I saw
my mom return with a large stack of papers. She quickly sat down, breathing in
deeply and dutifully buried her head in the clipboard.
Thirty more minutes passed. I closed my eyes, but it was
anything but restful. I heard a door open to my left and a tall man called my
name. I gripped the sides of my chair to help heave myself out of my seat. I
staggered quickly across the room. We walked down a bright hallway with white
floors and white walls. I was brought into a dim room with a table that was
surrounded by a giant white circle with a hole in the middle. I was told to go
across the hall and take off everything from my waist up. In that room I was
told I would find a drape and was instructed to put on. I was told that it “opened
in the back”.
I was dizzy. And I was cold. The last thing I wanted to do
was undress.
I walked across the
hall. There were three doors. “Which door was he talking about?”. I opened the
door directly in front of me. To my surprise the other side of the door
contained a young male wearing only his boxers. I quickly slammed the door.
I felt myself blush for half a second. Normally I would have
brewed about this for the remainder of the day. I had too much going on, too
much to process. This would take the back burner.
I opened the next door down the hall praying this would be
empty. It was. I entered and grabbed a drape. For a moment I paused. It was a
long pause, as I stood there attempting to discern how to put the drape on. There were three ties. “Did the ties go in the
front or the back? Were the ties for the arms?”. I had always been bad at this sort
of thing.
Exasperated, I slung the ridiculous drape over my head and
covered myself. I scurried across the hall, hoping no one would see. As I reentered
the dim room the young radiology technician gave me half a smile and started
walking my way. Seconds later I felt her untying and retying my drape. I was
grateful for the help. Although I wasn’t sure it mattered at this point.
I lied down on the table in the center of the giant white
donut. I knew this was it. I knew this test held the answers to all our questions. I couldn’t help but
picture my chest full of nodules. I tried to ‘will’ myself well. I knew it made
no sense. But for a second I wondered if I could somehow fake out the machine.
Seconds later the tech again approached me, this time to
inject my IV with dye. The table began to move back and forth into the donut. I
was told to hold my breath several times.
I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sound of rattling
machine. I knew in a few seconds it would all be over.
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