My week ... no my YEAR sucks so far!
Yes, I know. I haven't updated since last year. I don't know who the hell is out there reading this - but if you are still out there - thanks!
I had to write this down somewhere to document it because part of me doesn't believe that it really happened. But it did. I have a scar to prove it and I can touch it right now. Wish you were me, don't you?
Back in February I went to the endocrinologist. I go every six months because I have a tumor in my head and it has to be monitored. Pituitary, baby! That was a story from long ago. Anyway, I switched endocrinologists because I was not going to make the drive to Atlanta for a 15 minute check up anymore. I just couldn't see the point. We were doing maintenance and as long as my blood results were fine and my MRI looked good every two years, it was basically a social call. So I switched to a local endocrinologist. It took forever to get in to see him. He is like a mad scientist - but I really like him.
So, we went over my blood work and everything was fine. Then he felt around my feet and my throat. He stopped when he got to my throat. He asked if anyone had noticed the nodule on my thyroid. No. He was very calm and said that he would like to ultrasound it (yeah, I thought that was strange also) and possible do a fine needle biopsy. So, we scheduled two separate appointments and I went on my way.
The ultrasound showed a nodule that was a little less than a centimeter and it looked strange enough where he wanted to go ahead with the biopsy. So, at the next appointment, the doctor stuck a needle into the nodule and extracted some tissue. Off to the lab it went. Two days later he called me. THE DOCTOR CALLED ME HIMSELF - NOT A GOOD SIGN. It was "suspicious enough" and he wanted it out. He wanted it out asap.
That was the first time he said the C word where I knew in my heart that it wasn't just a "possibility." I told my husband and no one else. I guess I didn't want that to be the only thing people had to talk to me about. My dad still doesn't even know. I just didn't know how to tell him. He would fall apart.
Last week, I had thyroid surgery. The surgeon removed the left half of my thyroid - which had the nodule. I spent two nights in the hospital and was supposed to recover for the next week. The pathologist confirmed that it was indeed cancer. CANCER??? Good God! I'm not ready for that! I have a 13 month old! I have a lot of stuff going on!
Now, I have a two inch scar on my neck from the surgery. I can cover it with a band-aid. I feel fine. I had this past week to recover. RECOVER. Oh, wait. No recovery for me - my daughter had chicken pox, a rash, and pinkeye all at the same time. Guess who spent my recovery week with me?? And, before you ask, she was just immunized for chicken pox. Somehow she got it before the vaccine fully took effect. This would only happen to me. See, my year sucks and it's not even half over yet!
Anyway, I'm fine. I had a very sweet nun visit me in the hospital and give me a rosary. Someone is looking out for me.
I had to write this down somewhere to document it because part of me doesn't believe that it really happened. But it did. I have a scar to prove it and I can touch it right now. Wish you were me, don't you?
Back in February I went to the endocrinologist. I go every six months because I have a tumor in my head and it has to be monitored. Pituitary, baby! That was a story from long ago. Anyway, I switched endocrinologists because I was not going to make the drive to Atlanta for a 15 minute check up anymore. I just couldn't see the point. We were doing maintenance and as long as my blood results were fine and my MRI looked good every two years, it was basically a social call. So I switched to a local endocrinologist. It took forever to get in to see him. He is like a mad scientist - but I really like him.
So, we went over my blood work and everything was fine. Then he felt around my feet and my throat. He stopped when he got to my throat. He asked if anyone had noticed the nodule on my thyroid. No. He was very calm and said that he would like to ultrasound it (yeah, I thought that was strange also) and possible do a fine needle biopsy. So, we scheduled two separate appointments and I went on my way.
The ultrasound showed a nodule that was a little less than a centimeter and it looked strange enough where he wanted to go ahead with the biopsy. So, at the next appointment, the doctor stuck a needle into the nodule and extracted some tissue. Off to the lab it went. Two days later he called me. THE DOCTOR CALLED ME HIMSELF - NOT A GOOD SIGN. It was "suspicious enough" and he wanted it out. He wanted it out asap.
That was the first time he said the C word where I knew in my heart that it wasn't just a "possibility." I told my husband and no one else. I guess I didn't want that to be the only thing people had to talk to me about. My dad still doesn't even know. I just didn't know how to tell him. He would fall apart.
Last week, I had thyroid surgery. The surgeon removed the left half of my thyroid - which had the nodule. I spent two nights in the hospital and was supposed to recover for the next week. The pathologist confirmed that it was indeed cancer. CANCER??? Good God! I'm not ready for that! I have a 13 month old! I have a lot of stuff going on!
Now, I have a two inch scar on my neck from the surgery. I can cover it with a band-aid. I feel fine. I had this past week to recover. RECOVER. Oh, wait. No recovery for me - my daughter had chicken pox, a rash, and pinkeye all at the same time. Guess who spent my recovery week with me?? And, before you ask, she was just immunized for chicken pox. Somehow she got it before the vaccine fully took effect. This would only happen to me. See, my year sucks and it's not even half over yet!
Anyway, I'm fine. I had a very sweet nun visit me in the hospital and give me a rosary. Someone is looking out for me.
