Thursday, June 16, 2005

The "C" word

Pain caused his face to writhe. He shrieked from the burning sensation which temporarily overcame his whole body. The sight of blood alarmed both him and his wife. When their eyes met, neither of them uttered a word. His thoughts ensconced a million explanations for what might be happening to him. It's a good thing his wife called the doctor. With his hectic schedule, he would have conveniently ignored these telling symptoms. An appointment was made that very day. Cancer runs in his family, his grandfather, a victim, survived several bouts with the disease. His great-grandmother eventually succumbed to the disease as it ravaged her body at 82 years of age. These facts resonated in the forefront of his mind.

"Don't worry," his doctor told him. "There is blood, but it's probably nothing. Most likely a kidney stone, they are sharp and will cut like a razor as they exit your body." A specialist will better determine the cause. He studied that exotic sounding word the doctor had written on the referral. Hematuria. The doctor's penmanship added an additional plane of obscurity to the matter. But he deciphered the word and conducted his own online research. Nothing new was discovered that he didn't already know: he had blood in his urine.

His urologist was a man, but his assistant did the initial exam. A woman. A white woman. And not that race mattered, but he had never exposed himself in such a way to a woman who looked so different than he. Her questions were intrusive. His face was ablaze with discomfort about answering them. He was humiliated by the experience and could no longer look her in the eye even as she offered an apology for the previous undertaking. "Normal," she went on to explain, looking right through him as though he were glass. She didn't even see him. He was simply a patient, a name on the insurance paperwork. Not a person. "Have you ever been a smoker?" she inquired of him. "Yes, he replied, regretting every puff of his then two-pack a day habit. "But it's been fourteen years since I had my last smoke."
Cancer. She used the word. It was the first time the word was used in reference to him. The word struck him. Should have knocked him off his feet except for the fact that he has crafted a life-style of hiding his emotions. So he stared back at her just as emotionless as she looked past him.

Continued at a later date.

11 comments:

Kim said...

Woah. I don't like where this story is going. Don't keep us in suspense. Tell us everything will be alright. Take care of yourself.

Friar Tuck said...

I feel for ya man. (I assume this about you--although it may just a writing exercise.)

I will keep you in my prayers.

Although when I pulled down my pants in front of urologist I would rather hear, "Wow, thats HUGE" LOL.

Friar Tuck said...

Don--- your writing and your sense of timing and drama is improving

Oricon Ailin said...

Oh Lord Don, please tell us this is NOT about you. *prays* My mom had bladder cancer a few years back, caused by smoking, and I fear hearing about something like that happening to someone else. Luckily, she recovered and is completely cancer free now, and has been for 4 years.

Please don't leave us in suspense. Please tell us that this is not really about you. *very worried*

Positively Cheryl said...

Lol at what Don Juan De Bubba said. That's huge...lol...lol.

Anyway please tell us that this is a writing exercise and it's pure fiction, okay? You don't want another 'War Of The Worlds' on your hands do ya? We might do something rash if you don't tell us asap.

Nikki said...

Don, I pray this is not about you and if it is, I pray for you.

Jdid said...

Bredren I hope this isnt about you. Take care. This was very well written by the way.

Brea said...

Regardless of whether or not this is about you, you are in my prayers.

The Gig said...

I PRAY that this is not about you. This is definitely not a way to break something like this to your mother. If you are trying to get a rise out of me, you certainly have. CALL ME and tell me something.

WIP said...

OK, I'mma have to take a different spin on this one. You, being one to not show much emotion, couldn't possibly be hitting your online family with this. Online.

Always in my thoughts and prayers. Yeah, I said it... and what? Just kidding. Forealdoe, I think we can all attest to how we have bonded with our blog buds, and can't stand to not read from them on a regular. That's the kind of heart-felt thoughts I'm referring to. Explanation over.

I have to agree with "don juan" about your writing; it's definitely getting "gooder."

*Prayerfully waiting for the rest of this story*

The Archivist said...

*crosses fingers* I have a bad feeling about where this story is going.

I hope everything will be okay...