You know what it is.
The word we hear so often about others but never want to hear about ourselves. I've heard it too often for my liking in the past few weeks.
I have to be at the hospital at 7:30am Thursday morning for a fine needle aspiration (aka a biopsy) of my thyroid. The nodule I have had for over ten years hasn't shrunk as it was supposed to. It has steadily grown and is now up to 3 centimeters. That's about the size of a quarter, when years ago it was the size of a pea. Is it cause for concern? Yes... and no. It very well could be the "C" word. It could also just be Hashimoto's wrecking havoc on my body.
Am I worried? Yes... and no. Supposedly this is the "good" kind of the "C" word to have. It's slow progressing and doesn't usually spread. The fix is surgery to remove the thyroid completely. There's a good chance it will be nothing. There's a good chance it will be suspicious or inconclusive, which in that case, it will come out anyway. It may not be the best news, but it isn't the worst news either.
I will know on Monday.
Friday, September 05, 2014
Hush, whisper please. Do not yell. Do not sit next to me at a party and scream at the person across the room. Do not sit next to me and scream at the person two seats over. Do not walk in the door and begin yelling. Lower your voice. Whisper. I remember those days well. Veronica, as a baby, did not like noise. She couldn't handle any place with loud voices, clanking dishes, loud, anything. She would get incredibly mad. Her face would turn red and she would cry and flail her limbs. Too much noise in this loud world. It never failed though that certain 'friends' would continue to yell even when we asked them not to. We'd go visit at their home, and someone would plop themselves next to me as I held my sleeping baby the couch and begin YELLING at someone across the room. Poor Roni would jolt awake and begin crying. No one spoke a word - they yelled it. My little Veronica just couldn't deal with it. One night we went to a Moms and kids night at a friends house. I ended up sitting way off to the side, because once again - everyone yelled. We are inside and the person you are talking to is right next to you - there is no reason to YELL at each other. On this night I had finally gotten Veronica to settle down and put her to sleep in a quiet corner. Someone passed by and saw that she was awake. "VERONICA IS AWAKE!!!" Yelling right in her face as they leaned over her carrier. Leading to more crying. Thankfully, Veronica grew out of it in time. But I remember the days when an understanding whispering friend was a blessing.