Nuclear Medicine

As mentioned yesterday, I’m sharing a few “short stories” from my short-lived handwritten journal while I recover from my first chemotherapy treatment. This is one story that always makes me smile. Enjoy!

Nuclear Medicine in the most rebellious area of the hospital.

After getting my brain and torso scanned, I’m wheeled on a stretcher around this sharp corner for my next set of tests. The scenery suddenly changes from stark hospital walls and institutional noises, to a narrow hallway coloured by a shock of turquoise and AC/DC blaring out of a testing room. I can see a guy my age putting things into big metal containers with the nuclear symbol pasted everywhere.

That’s when a shaggy-haired man in a lab coat and jeans saunters up to me. He leans over the stretcher and looks into my eyes, “Welcome to Nuclear Medicine,” he says.

He explains how they are going to take pictures of my heart as I watch another bearded man in a lab coat and jeans walk by. The most beautiful nurse I’ve ever seen wearing pink scrubs smiles at me. Dirty Deeds echoes in the background. Am I still in the same universe?

I’m wheeled into a room for a MUGA test, placed under a giant piece of equipment with a smooth, circular, silver surface that is aimed at my heart and told to lay very still. I start to feel the cool sensation of sensors being stuck to my chest. The nurse dims the lights and tells me to relax. I close my eyes and drift off to the faint sounds of AC/DC in the next room.

I think to myself, “Nuclear Medicine is my kind of place.”

Ten minutes later I wake to the sound of my mother walking into the room.

“I just saw the pictures from the scan and I have good news,” she says.

I perk up quickly out of my groggy relaxed state, remembering I’m not supposed to move.

“You have a heart!” she smirks.

Excellent. Thanks mom.

Posted on July 20, 2011, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. Whatever time I’ve spent in the hospital does seem as though I was in an alternate reality.

  2. I’m really loving these short excerpts. Jesus you sure can write lady!

  3. LOL That’s what mom’s are for!

  4. Loved this one too :)

  5. Your Mom is awesome – LOVE Her!!

  6. This is beautiful and I love your mom’s sense of humor. Plus AC/DC from the next room is awesome. I remember when we were in this very holy place in the Basque region of spain (some cathedral or something) and all of a sudden very faintly we heard this beautiful and haunting music echoing through the cathedral. It seemed familiar and very surreal, and it turned out that someone was playing “Ground Control to Major Tom” on a ghetto blaster! :-)

  7. Haha, oh parents and their nerdy humor. Your mom sounds like my dad! I think you should write more about the Nuclear Medicine wing- sounds trippy. :)

  8. Awww, Susan, this is a wonderful story and your mom’s sense of humor and witty one liner seems spot on at a time like this :)

    I’ve been praying for you and rooting for you!!!


  9. your mom is awesome! clever and witty. Hope this time passes FAST for you friend.

  10. That is awesome. Moms are the best!

  11. I just found your blog via How Sweet Eats, and just wanted to wish you all the best. Looks like you’ve got a tough time ahead of you, but you seem to be facing it with humour and grace, which to be honest is sometimes all you can do. I really really hope it all turns out well for you, I’ll be reading to see how it goes. My thoughts are with you xxx

  12. My mom would totally say the same thing! Gotta love the silly humor.

  13. Somehow AC/DC seems to be the right playlist for nuclear medicine… Love your mom’s humor. :)

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