YAY! I get to have SURGERY!
Jun. 28th, 2004 06:10 pmWell, as of this afternoon I just heard back on what the deal is with my thyroid. Looks like that bugger is coming out, in part or in entirety.
My doctor informs me that the cells they sampled at Swedish aren't cancer, but the folks in the Cytology department there are apparently less than comfy with saying that all the rest of the cells in there aren't cancer--on the grounds that 1) the nodule they sampled was so big that they might have missed cancerous portions of it, and 2) there are four other nodules in there as well. Accordingly, they consider cancer still, quote, 'an intermediate possibility', unquote. And I'm looking at surgery, regardless. It's just going to be a question of what exactly gets taken out--part of my thyroid, or all of it.
I've been referred to a local thyroid surgeon at the Polyclinic.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
solarbird has gone there before, so that'll be at least somewhat familiar territory, and she's pretty sure they're covered on our insurance. So that at least is not entirely scary, financially. And my doctor went ahead and made me an appointment on the 14th with this person, at noon. Under the circumstances, I can't say I have a problem with that. At least one good thing here: since I'll be unemployed at the time, I won't miss any work.
And I've been talking with a chick off the OKP who informs me that she's gone through a similar situation in her life, having had most of her thyroid out. It helps somewhat to be hearing from someone who has been there, done that, and bought the T-shirt. From her, I'm getting at least something of an idea of what to expect. Knowing, and specifically knowing that this can be lived with and dealt with, makes it all a little less scary.
Though I feel all weird and tangled up emotionally at this point, nevertheless. Half of me wants to curl up and cry for a while. The rest of me, the part that's been going "oh for fuck's sake, NOW WHAT?" at the various complications that have been stacking up in my life over the last couple of years, is now squaring its shoulders, planting its feet, and doing that little thing with the hands that they do in The Matrix and growling, "Bring it on."
Guh.
My doctor informs me that the cells they sampled at Swedish aren't cancer, but the folks in the Cytology department there are apparently less than comfy with saying that all the rest of the cells in there aren't cancer--on the grounds that 1) the nodule they sampled was so big that they might have missed cancerous portions of it, and 2) there are four other nodules in there as well. Accordingly, they consider cancer still, quote, 'an intermediate possibility', unquote. And I'm looking at surgery, regardless. It's just going to be a question of what exactly gets taken out--part of my thyroid, or all of it.
I've been referred to a local thyroid surgeon at the Polyclinic.
solarbird has gone there before, so that'll be at least somewhat familiar territory, and she's pretty sure they're covered on our insurance. So that at least is not entirely scary, financially. And my doctor went ahead and made me an appointment on the 14th with this person, at noon. Under the circumstances, I can't say I have a problem with that. At least one good thing here: since I'll be unemployed at the time, I won't miss any work.And I've been talking with a chick off the OKP who informs me that she's gone through a similar situation in her life, having had most of her thyroid out. It helps somewhat to be hearing from someone who has been there, done that, and bought the T-shirt. From her, I'm getting at least something of an idea of what to expect. Knowing, and specifically knowing that this can be lived with and dealt with, makes it all a little less scary.
Though I feel all weird and tangled up emotionally at this point, nevertheless. Half of me wants to curl up and cry for a while. The rest of me, the part that's been going "oh for fuck's sake, NOW WHAT?" at the various complications that have been stacking up in my life over the last couple of years, is now squaring its shoulders, planting its feet, and doing that little thing with the hands that they do in The Matrix and growling, "Bring it on."
Guh.
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