I counted them. I wonder if I actually had the correct number, because I was clicking away at that morphine button pretty regularly that day…
It was after my first year of grad school, and I’d just started getting back into photography (after a tumultuous couple years of graduating, getting married, and applying to grad programs — then starting the new job/school). I had just recently purchased a little Sony Cybershot with plans of uploading to iStockphoto.com, and set up this self portrait of my post-op mess:
That’s thirty four staples, with a layer of stitches underneath. (Did you know they go around the navel because they can’t cut through it?) There was cancer in my lymph nodes that had to be removed. Things felt different after having my insides outside of me, in that big cold stainless steel operating room. I remember how cold it was, and how high the ceilings were, and how many people were buzzing about. Seemed like the set of … some sci-fi show?
That was 2004. Today I got the results from what was (hopefully) my last CT scan and lab work: negative :)
So I posted this Seinfeld classic on Facebook today: