Font Size:

“Are you really arguing against CT scans? They’re a miracle of modern technology. They save lives all the time.”

“Not mine,” she said.

All in all, adding up drive time to the little outpatient center, waiting room time, and time for the scan, it took about two hours before the radiologist called us in to give us some information.

My mother had all her clothes back on by then, and she was so eager to get home that she almost left without waiting for the report.

When it came, the report was not at all what we’d expected.

The doc, who was about my mother’s age, shook her head in wonder as she showed us the films. “You’re not going to believe this,” the doctor said. “I don’t believe it myself.” She brought up two side-by-side scan images on a screen and gestured between them. “There has been no growth at all since your last scan,” she said.

Diana and I blinked at the screen.

“When was your last scan?” I finally asked my mom.

“Just before I called you in Austin,” Diana said.

“There’s been no growth in all that time?” I asked.

“Not that we can measure.”

I looked at the doctor. “I don’t understand. A ‘very malignant’ tumor just stopped growing?”

“Sometimes this happens, but it’s highly uncommon,” the doc said.

“Sometimes what happens?” I asked.

“An aggressive tumor like this will just sort of take a break.”

“For how long?” I asked.

She shook her head, like there was no way of knowing. “It’s so rare, we don’t have much data. Only anecdotal accounts.”

I looked over at Diana and her blue floral eye patch. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she was just impassively listening, taking in theinformation. But I could tell from something about the crinkles at the edge of her one good eye that she was pleased.

“You can’t take credit for this,” I said on the drive back. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“I can take credit for it, and I will.”

“Doesn’t that seem a little cocky?” I asked. “To think that you can just personally tell a malignant tumor what to do?”

She touched her fingers to the car window. “I think it’s the opposite of cocky. I am humbled by the wisdom of the body to take care of itself.”

“We don’t even know what caused the pause,” I said.

“That’s right, we don’t,” she said. “So that leaves me free to choose an explanation.”

“Maybe you’re just very, very lucky.”

“I am definitely very, very lucky.”

The doctor had given Diana a new prescription for some super-strong painkillers, not believing that she hadn’t even dipped into the first bottle. While we drove, she folded the paper into an origami bird.

When I noticed what she was doing, I said, “You might need that, you know.”

“Nah,” she said. “This stuff’ll kill ya.”

“So will a brain tumor.”