Dancin’ With Mr. C: Dr. Ferguson Cuts In
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©2017 by Lee Frederick Somerstein
(Author’s
note: This is the last in my series, “Dancin’ With Mr. C,” at least for now. I
hope this was as enlightening for you as it was for me. Do know that your Good
Vibrations worked, I know they did!)
Let’s get it out of the
way, okay. I am officially a cancer survivor, at least for now. Pathology
returned from my prostate surgery shows nothing escaped. “The best outcome
possible!” exclaimed one doc. They’ll check my PSA number in three months. I am
making no assumptions.
We weren’t certain of
anything at 7:30am April 25th when Dr. Jeffery Ferguson moved swiftly across
the dance floor.
“Excuse me, may I cut in?”
asked Dr. Ferguson as he tapped on Mr. C’s shoulder and grabbed him around the
throat. Even while Mr. C did his best to keep me between he and the Doc, there
was no getting away from the determined Surgeon. He went in there like a man on
a mission. Even as Mr. C’s grip on me tightened, Dr. Ferguson thrashed away like
a mad man.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t that
dramatic but the doc was relentless.
I was on the operating
table for four-and-a-half hours for what should have been a 90-minute scope
job. Dr, Ferguson had that much scar tissue from my 2005 abdominal surgery to
cut away before he could even start on the main event. My last memory before
going under is that of an OR nurse grabbing, no, squeezing my ass under the
gown. Anesthesia hallucination? I guess we’ll never know.
The next thing I remember
is slowly waking up in my hospital room with a hazy bustle of caretakers
buzzing around me. There was not much pain….yet. I lolled in and out of
consciousness for the next couple of days, the conscious moments punctuated by
excruciating abdominal spasms. Please pass the Percocet.
By Day Six after surgery
my emotions are overtaking the physical nature of recovery and that’s good
news; I’m wearing my Bad Ass Coffee Company hat again. I’m writing and my
sassitude remains strong.
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I’m certain I haven’t felt the full emotional brunt of what’s just
transpired but I do know I’ve morphed yet again. Certainly it’s a feeling of
joy mixed in with relief and gratitude but there’s more. It’s almost like a
filmy curtain is opening and I see with tremendous clarity all the
possibilities before me. I just don't know what they are yet.
Bring it!
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