I’ve been dealing with some health issues lately, which I discuss on a different blog. I love to write, which is why I blog, and decided to turn some of my experiences into a short story. I’ve decided to post this short fiction piece on this blog, just for fun. Here’s the first installment of:

“The Ganglion Tryst”

A short story by Gozzygirl (well in the case of this blog since I choose to remain anonymous).

The day had finally arrived for “the lump” to be removed. Vanessa hadn’t had any food or water since midnight in preparation for surgery later that afternoon. Jittery from coffee withdrawal and weak from lack of food, she plunked herself into the bucket seat settling in for the hour drive to the hospital.

After waiting almost a year and enduring countless visits to specialists for consultations, ultrasounds and MRIs, today would be the day that she and the lump would finally part ways. It had begun last summer as a golf ball-sized protrusion on top of her right foot. It wasn’t painful at first, and she wasn’t originally bothered by it because all her summer sandals fit around it. But then a contractor renovating their kitchen had pointed at her foot early one morning. He was staring in disbelief, his eyes wide open, bottom lip quivering as he blurted out, “You should really see a doctor to get that checked.”

As cool air blasted from the dashboard vents dried the beads of sweat on her nose, Vanessa thought back to calling her family doctor for an appointment to have the lump checked.  A week later, on the morning of the appointment, Vanessa had woken up, rubbing her feet together to get the blood circulating. “That’s odd,” she had murmured. “I don’t feel my lump.” Pulling back the covers, she had rubbed her eyes and wondered whether she should still go to her appointment.

Vanessa did go to her appointment and explained that she’d become accustomed to the lump, but somehow it had now disappeared. Her doctor palpated her foot, saying that there was a lot of fluid in it. A referral was made to a podiatrist for further investigation. The podiatrist agreed with her doctor’s initial diagnosis that the lump was likely a ganglion cyst.

Marshmallow clouds sailed over the Mini’s sunroof, making Vanessa even hungrier. When the sun suddenly shone threw an almost perfectly round cloud, Vanessa thought of poached eggs, and how delicious they would be on toast. She could even feel the yoke dripping down her bottom lip, wiping it with her pinky before it touched her chin. She craved coffee, and was annoyed with her husband for not having eaten before she’d come downstairs.

Sitting in the Mini was comfortable and Vanessa really enjoyed the looks it still got as they zoomed down the fast lane.  She still couldn’t believe she was having surgery. The discomfort, and sometimes pain, occurred when walking around her neighbourhood. Vanessa didn’t believe in working out in gyms, opting to walk or cycle as part of her daily routine. The closest she got to the gym was when Mike installed her bike on the trainer for the winter.

Vanessa had even cycled to many of her medical appointments. In fact the second meeting with the podiatrist had been downtown, an easy detour on her way to work. That time the podiatrist had ordered an ultrasound. The radiologist then recommended an MRI.

With the results of the MRI, the podiatrist broke the news to Vanessa: she was going to need surgery to have the lump removed. It had become quite large, measuring 5 x 2 x 1 cm, taking up a large part of her size 6 foot. There was a catch: the two surgeons in the city had 18 month waiting lists and weren’t even taking new patients. But, if Vanessa were willing to drive to a nearby town, a new surgeon had joined its hospital and would likely be able to see her within a few months.

The suburbs had given way to farms, with rows of plants beginning to sprout up in the fields. The fields turned into small towns, then the highway joined another by the river.  As Mike passed a convoy of 18-wheelers, Vanessa thought back to her first meeting with the surgeon, Dr. Steve Tussem.

Stay tuned for the next installment.