"WHEN THE 'C' WORD INVADES YOUR CLOSET PART 6.5 "LEARNING TO LAUGH A LITTLE"
Posted Jan 28 2011 12:40am
As we walked into the white, pristine Beverly Hills office I found myself wishing we were invisible. I used to be so anonymous that the receptionist, the nurse, and the aid barely greeted me.
But today they all knew who I was. I was representing the "star", the new patient with Colon Cancer at 35. The doctor’s office is one of the few places in my life I would not like to be known as "famous". As they called Brian’s name, I felt like I was escorting a Best Actor nominee down the red carpet. I could feel their eyes burning a hole in my back. One nurse even whispered, “Awe, he’s too cute to have cancer.”
The bitch in me again wanted to turn around and scream, “Cancer clearly doesn’t discriminate and P.S. he’s taken!” Instead, like a good PR escort, I kept my head down and walked him down the hallway. In my heart I knew they were just in shock like us but still I longed to once again be anonymous.
Brian sat calmly on the bed while I paced on my Blackberry. I wanted to get three surgeons' opinions. I had the names of two recommendations so far. I also needed to find a new Gastroenterologist because we were not revisiting “Dr. No Heart." Crap, do we need to see an Oncologist too? I forgot about that. I kept texting furiously, mumbling to myself as I pulled every string I could think of.
“I should call Dr. Phil!”
“I need to get Katie Couric herself on the phone!”
“Wait, didn’t Sharon Osborne have colon cancer? I bet she’d be bff with me. “
Brian interrupted my rambling. He was giggling to himself. “Look” he said, “I finally get to go to the fancy doctor like you.” I glanced up to catch him doing a little jig. Finally, my PR-like persona was broken and I laughed. The chatter in my head stopped for a moment. I allowed myself to enjoy his smile. In a split second his face could turn from a 35 year-old robust man to 5 year-old giddy boy.
I soo love his smile.
Brian was excited like a kid in a candy store, taking in all the gadget and gismos the doctor had in his office.
I had been terribly sick years ago. After many visits with many specialists I was finally referred to “Dr Fancy” by a friend’s wife. He changed my life. I knew he was the only doctor in LA who had a chance of supporting my theory that Brian’s diet could help him beat cancer. "Dr. Fancy" integrates phytotherapeutics , homeopathy, acupuncture and environmental medicine with traditional internal medicine. He believes in whole body healing, and if he told us my theory was crazy I would be crushed.
I knew an answer like that would ultimately lead us to the world of chemo. It's a world I have visited with many people I have loved in the past. It's a place I never wanted to visit again. As my anxiety rose, the door opened...