Nostalgia

Nostalgia, fear, warmth, anger...

Those are some of the very mixed emotions and feelings that I have while preparing to go back to the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance for a one year follow-up appointment.  I'll spend four days reliving the appointments, the blood draws the painful tests and the hundreds of questions regarding my health.  They will ask me to participate in research.  They will make me fast, they will collect bodily waste, they will pull one or two pieces of bone marrow from my hip, they will give me several shots and who knows how many other tests and procedures that they can fit into four days.

My return stirs feelings of nostalgia for a place that was about healing and about life.  Returning also reminds me of the emotions from other patients, particularly the fear of death and the sadness of knowing death is near.  The entire clinic was also about warmth and comfort for those in need.  The medical staff cared deeply about the well being of their patients.  I felt that warmth every day.  And finally, returning to the SCCA reminds me of the constant anger that I felt toward the evil disease that was changing so many lives without mercy and without remorse.

I'm happy return, regardless of the emotional good and the bad.  I should always feel the anger and the sense of fear from other cancer patients.  As I have started a normal life after the treatments, those feelings have unfortunately faded.  I want those feelings to be with me for the rest of my life.  I owe it to other patients and to those who have devoted their lives to fight cancer.  I'll always remember, always allow my body and disease to be studied and I'll always ask, "What can I do to help wipe out this disease?"