Diagnosis
What was maddening since I am not a patient person is all the tests and diagnostics. Multiple blood draws then drives to the city for tests. Then wait for answers from docs, The sonogram wasn't difficult, neither was the uptake/scan in one day. The trips for the take RAD pill and come back tomorrow was tiring for all when already exhausted.
Most difficult was the biopsy. It made this all reality. The sensation with sonogram, hands at throat, and pressure of needle felt like being choked out. With imagery and breathing I rode it out, and felt like a wet wash rag afterward. Some things you can be ready for because there are too many unknowns.
Another wait for results. We know that the cells were cold which increases odds of cancer, but still less than ten percent. That's good odds. Late one early winter night the phone woke me, My endocrinologist told me I needed surgery. She'll refer me. The biopsy came back positive for papillary thyroid cancer. I thanked her for calling me. Hung up and had quite a cry. What had happened to that good ninety percent? What do I do with this ten percent?
Most difficult was the biopsy. It made this all reality. The sensation with sonogram, hands at throat, and pressure of needle felt like being choked out. With imagery and breathing I rode it out, and felt like a wet wash rag afterward. Some things you can be ready for because there are too many unknowns.
Another wait for results. We know that the cells were cold which increases odds of cancer, but still less than ten percent. That's good odds. Late one early winter night the phone woke me, My endocrinologist told me I needed surgery. She'll refer me. The biopsy came back positive for papillary thyroid cancer. I thanked her for calling me. Hung up and had quite a cry. What had happened to that good ninety percent? What do I do with this ten percent?