Lawd have mercy it has been a crazy past couple of weeks, well months actually!
I mean, I absolutely failed in making sure the Patriots and Rams game went into overtime; so, unfortunately and much to my dismay, no free snack-sized chicken wings from Bdubs for you!
My dream of being on WWE Smackdown was also crushed before it even really began! All because of that B- Becky Lynch! I’m ashamed to admit she took me down in the first match. However, a wise woman once said never give up on a dream. So don’t worry Becky, I’m coming back for you!
Okay…Yeah, none of that actually happened. Though I definitely would have much preferred it!
In truth, I took some time off to have surgery. A thyroid lobectomy to be exact. The thyroid is this little butterfly-shaped gland at the base of your throat, above the collar bone and below your Adam’s apple. You might even say it looks like a bowtie. From what I understand through my research, which isn’t much and by no means makes me a doctor, though with the time I’ve spent on WebMd I think I should have become one, it regulates certain hormones that impact all kinds of bodily functions and organs. Aka it’s a pretty important little bugger. Though you can live without it because of today’s medicine. I hear it’s also pretty common to have half of it, or even the whole thing, removed, but that doesn’t make it any less scary! More so when you’re 25 years young!
In the past, I have had some problems with my thyroid, so when I went to the doctor a few months back about some issues I was having, that was one of the first places she checked out. When she felt my thyroid she noticed it was enlarged, and she felt a nodule on the left side. A few tests and lots of money later, the results came back as suspicious for cancer.
Never what you want to hear.
I would like to say I handled the news with my usual sass and snarkiness… but I really had a mini freak out. Might have even broke down and cried a lil.
Luckily, friends and family kept me sane and distracted leading up to the procedure. God bless them for being there for me and putting up with me.
Because of my tendency to think the worst case scenario in any situation, I didn’t want to have surgery. In fact, I’ve spent my whole life avoiding it. Never even had my wisdom teeth taken out, mind you. Because I’m such a scaredy cat and so anxious about, well, everything. However, there wasn’t a non-invasive way to find out with a 100 percent certainty what was going on. Unless I had it removed.
So, I ended up going to Duke, and I have got to say, my experience there was superb. Not that I wish this on anyone, but if it does happen to you, I’d recommend Duke. Professional, compassionate and informative are all words that come to mind when I think of my doctor, nurses and the entire staff there. I would also describe them as being medically advanced.
Those first few days afterward, I had a lot on my mind. Plus, I was a little foggy and tired and maybe, or maybe not, even doped up, so I didn’t pay too close attention to the incision other than checking to make sure there wasn’t any funkiness going on around the bandages. It wasn’t until later that I actually looked at the size of the cut and realized how teeny tiny, minuscule even, it was.
Think about it this way. I had the left lobe of my thyroid removed, taken out, cut off. The right side was stitched up, closed off, patched together. I would imagine they’d need a lot of “wiggle room” to do all that. Yet, the actual slice they they made is even smaller than these annoying strips stuck to my neck. How does that even happen?!
Simply amazing is what that is.
I won’t know the official results for a few more days, but from what my doctor said, the outcome seems positive. But man has it been rough in the meantime. The not knowing especially. However, I learned a couple ways to cope if you’re going through tough times.
- Surround yourself with those you love and those who love you back. My family and friends really came in clutch. Whether it be with their words of encouragement and support, their willingness to tap into their connections to get me the care I needed, or just with their time in getting me where I needed to be for appointments or coming to see me and such. They were there when I needed someone to talk to, and when I didn’t want to talk about it, they were just there for me.
- Tell who you want about your predicament. While I’m extremely close with my family and friends, I chose not to tell many people at first just because I didn’t even know what was really going on. I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle all the questions and inquiries and sayings of your in my thoughts and prayers. I knew it would be overwhelming. So I pretty much limited it to my immediate family and coworkers.
- Find positive ways to distract yourself. The first weekend after I heard the news, I got lost in Nashville. Don’t worry, not literally. Another weekend a friend came to visit. Throw yourself into fun activities and events, so you’re not constantly stressing over it. Doesn’t do you any good to do that anyways! Though I know that’s easier said then done.
- For the love of God, don’t WebMD anything that’s medical related. I have a tendency to do this frequently even though I know I shouldn’t. But once my doctor mentioned I may have cancer, she didn’t have much info for me. In fact, she said I should go online to a couple of websites. Granted, the sites were legit, but to get to those I had to use Google. With that, all kinds of sites with all sorts of information appeared. In one article I read the type of cancer they thought it might be was hard to cure. Freaked me out. So take my word for it – DON’T DO IT!
- Get a second opinion! By no means am I dissing my primary care physician. She was kind, considerate and helped me to the best of her abilities, even making sure I was referred to where I wanted to be. And, I get that cancer is not her area of expertise. However, during that dreaded appointment, she pretty much said I had cancer. Threw out that word numerous times actually. When in fact, according to another doctor and my doctor at Duke, there was just a chance it was cancerous. Um, I’m just saying that’s a HUGE DIFFERENCE.
Everything is a little better now though, at least for the time being. The surgery went well, and I’m slowly but surely healing. Here’s to also hoping for no scarring! I know, I know. That’s so silly to worry about in the grand scheme of things, but I’m only human! The doctor mentioned it may happen though. Don’t worry. I’ve already decided though that if it does happen, you can bet I’m getting a tattoo of a thyroid to cover it!