Here I Am by Jonathan Safran Foer(168)



HOW TO PLAY THE INTERSECTION OF LOVE, ANGER, AND FEAR OF DEATH

At my annual cleaning, the dentist spent an unusual amount of time looking in my mouth—not at my teeth, but deeper—his instruments of pain slowly tarnishing, untouched, on the tray. He asked if I’d been having a hard time swallowing.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

“I suppose a bit.”

“For how long?”

“A couple of months?”

“Did you ever mention it to your doctor?”

He referred me to an oncologist at Johns Hopkins.

I was surprised by my instinct to call Julia. We hardly ever spoke anymore: she had long since remarried; the kids were masters of their own logistics, being adults; and as one gets older, there is less and less news to share, until the final piece, which is delivered by someone else. The dialogue in the show is virtually identical to what actually transpired, with one significant exception: in life, I didn’t cry. I screamed: “Unfair! Unfair! Unfair!”

JACOB

It’s me.

JULIA

I recognize your voice.

JACOB

It’s been a long time.

JULIA

And your number comes up on my phone.

JACOB

As Jacob?

JULIA

As opposed to what?

JACOB

Listen—

JULIA

Is everything OK?

JACOB

I was at the dentist this morning—

JULIA

But I didn’t make an appointment for you.

JACOB

I’ve become remarkably capable.

JULIA

Necessity is the ex-wife of capability.

JACOB

He saw a lump in my throat.

Julia starts crying. Each is surprised by her reaction to nothing (yet), and it goes on for longer than either would have imagined or thought bearable.

JULIA

You’re dying?

JACOB

The dentist, Julia.

JULIA

You’re telling me he saw a lump, and you’re calling me.

JACOB

Both a lump and a phone call can be benign, you know.

JULIA

So now what?

JACOB

I have an appointment with an oncologist at Hopkins.

JULIA

Tell me everything.

JACOB

You know everything I know.

JULIA

Have you had any other symptoms? Stiffness in your neck? Difficulty swallowing?

JACOB

Did you go to med school since we last spoke?

JULIA I’m googling while we talk.

JACOB

Yes, I’ve had stiffness in my neck. And yes, I’ve had difficulty swallowing. Now will you please give me your undivided attention?

JULIA

Is Lauren being supportive?

JACOB

You’d have to ask the man she’s presently dating.

JULIA

I’m sorry to hear that.

JACOB

And you’re the first person I’ve told.

JULIA

Do the boys know?

JACOB

I told you, you’re the first—

JULIA

Right.

JACOB

I’m sorry to have laid this on you. I know I haven’t been your responsibility for a long time.

JULIA

You were never my responsibility.

(beat)

And you still are my responsibility.

JACOB

I won’t tell the kids anything until there’s something real to tell them.

JULIA

Good. That’s good.

(beat)

How are you holding up?

JACOB

I’m fine. He’s just a dentist.

JULIA

It’s OK to be scared.

JACOB

If he were so smart, he’d be a dermatologist.

JULIA

Have you cried?

JACOB

On November 18, 1985, when Lawrence Taylor ended Joe Theismann’s career.

JULIA

Enough, Jacob.

JACOB

He’s just a dentist.

JULIA

You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry. Other than tears of happiness when the boys were born. Is that possible?

JACOB

At my grandfather’s funeral.

JULIA That’s true. You wailed.

JACOB

I wept.

JULIA

But remembering it as the exception proves—

JACOB

Nothing.

JULIA

All those repressed tears metastasized.

JACOB

Yes, that’s exactly what the dentist thought the oncologist will think.

JULIA

Throat cancer.

JACOB

Who said anything about cancer?

JULIA

Throat malignancy.

JACOB

Thank you.

JULIA

Is it too soon to observe how poetic that is?

JACOB

Way too soon. I haven’t even been diagnosed, much less gone through super-fun chemo and recovery only to learn that they didn’t get it all.

JULIA You’ll finally have your baldness.

JACOB

I already do.

JULIA

Right.

JACOB

No, really. I went off Propecia. I look like Mr. Clean. Ask Benjy.

JULIA

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