“Illness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use only the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place.”
Illness as Metaphor, Susan Sontag
This will be the last in the series of essays that I have been writing since I was diagnosed with Stage IV pancreatic cancer in mid-2020. My oncologist Dr Sabrina Allegro, of Toronto’s Humber River Hospital, who has patiently but aggressively fought my cancer, called me on May 31 to inform me that the CT scan results are not at all good and that cancer has now spread to my bones, have affected my ribs, spine, and hips. It continues to grow on my liver.
I asked her how much time I have, and she candidly admitted, “three to six months if the chemo works, or less”.
Earlier, in a report, she said, “Since I last saw Mr. Bhatt, he is progressively getting worse…he is likely nearing the end of his pancreatic cancer journey.”
And so, the inexorable march continues. The CT scan result…