Dec 12, 2009
Well, it's been crazy the last few months. In and out of doctors offices, 18 blood labs, scans, four FNA, a couple ultrasounds...
The doctor: "Hey you have Hashimoto's..."
Me: "Is that a Godzilla disease? wait...what?"
The doctor:...Oh and maybe you have PCOS too...
The doctor: You have a multinodular goiter on your isthmus...
Me: wait ...isn't that a land/water thing...how did a canal, or strip of land get in my thyroid?
The doctor: Oh, and well Miss you might have a 25% chance of cancer, you decide if you want to have the surgery... you can
have a Thyroidectomy, or a partial removal...or no surgery at all...your choice...your gamble.
Me:OK...uhm...ugh.. (Jeopardy music plays) Uhmm...ughhh...well... I choose: Total Thyroidectomy surgery for $200! DONE!!
The doctor: Here is your Synthroid ...
Me:Are we done yet doc?
The doctor: Well...
POOF! Shape of a cancer patient! (Doctors are very magical...with words they can transform your world and how you are defined.)
You had a 1 inch cancer in your thyroid.
So much for endocrinologists prediction of a 25% chance of cancer, glad he is not the weather man!
Me: Ohh Neat! I had cancer, and it was gone before I knew it was there!
Me: HAHA cancer! Kiss my big white ***!
Soon, RAI 131 (dun dun dun) *enter dramatic music*
I'm still scared of the RAI. I've done my research, I know the why's behind the need for it, the "what-if's" are what keep me on the brink of avoiding it. A little disappointed I won't actually "glow" in the dark. Oh you think I didn't check, but I did! Much to my disappointment I will not be glowing, but I am still holding out hope for super powers and a cape!
Went back to my General practitioner, and POOF it's for sure, cysts all over my ovaries. PCOS is another label I slap on my medical resume. I find out in a week or two, if I have cervical or uterine cancer.
I wonder if they will expect to do it before, or after the RAI, if it is cancer. My doctor looked confused when I asked if I could keep my battered ovaries. He said, "Yes, of course." I did a happy dance, and he was lost. I explained, I am done with my baby house, a hysterectomy means no need for birth control! I explained, "I'm old, not dead Doc!" He got a chuckle. Funny how doctors love to laugh at corny jokes.
I have found myself getting lonely here, and there. One friend was kind enough to explain talking to me that I made them feel awkward. So they avoid me. *sigh* I've known my friend for many, many years...heck friends I have known since I was a child, seem so distant now. I'm not contagious!
SHOUTING: "You can run, but you can't hide! Soon I will have my super powers, my cape, and I will find you friends!" :P
I don't feel sad, I don't feel damaged...I feel blessed. I have spent so many years sick, with doctors treating my symptoms, but never diagnosing me. I'm stronger now, I'm healed...I'm blessed, even if I am losing my hair :P
Fat, tired and balding...I am turning into my friends grandpa!! Sexy! Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!
PCOS leaves so many women struggling to have babies. After four pregnancies (one miscarriage), I have three beautiful children, and a amazing granddaughter. Again, I feel blessed!
My husband survived a different kind of cancer, 10 years now...again I am blessed!!!
I always joke I got every recessive gene in the genetic bucket...guess I got some bad ones, and a whole lot of luck on the side. :D