biopsy, Health, November, Operation, Surgery, ThyCa, Thyroid Cancer, Thyroids

F*ck You, Calcium

I’m going to keep this short and sweet. Today. 11:30AM. Desert Radiology bound for what I thought was just an ultrasound. Just kidding. Tack on another biopsy. Dr. Mecca was out on vacation but for some reason my surgeon didn’t know that…
I didn’t catch today’s doctors name. He was young. He looked like a dear caught in some headlights when he came in; totally not expecting to be performing this lower sternum biopsy. He even admitted that. Stab. Stab. Stab. The numbing hurt like a mofo. After that it was eight different needles worth of uncomfortable pulsing. One literally felt like it hit the back of my throat. That did me in for a jolt. Two hours later – I’m late for my bloodwork appointment all the way across town. My nurse and I quickly faked a “STAT” signature on all my bloodwork forms, she put in a call to Quest, and away I went. I was 15 minutes late. Not bad. I waited another half hour. 10 tubes of blood and almost 18 hours fasting, I was on my way home. No energy to snag that chest x-ray I still need to complete all my pre-op confirmations.

I get home. Ate. Let the cat outside and then settled back in to finish my work up for the day. (Note, I am STILL working and it’s 7PM my local time.) I receive a phone call at 5PM from my regular physician who was concerned about my dangerously low calcium levels. Weird. I feel fine. And how did she get those results so fast?

She then proceeded to ask for my surgeon’s contact information and endocrinologist’s info so she could relay these findings to them on Monday. Until then, she insisted I pick up a prescription she called into the pharmacy for some sort of Calcium pills and urged if I ever felt numb, tingly, or had any muscle spasms to immediately go to the ER. Wow. Totally not what I was expecting. This was already a long enough day as it was. This better not jack up my surgery date.

On the brink of all this crazy, one really fun thing did find itself at my doorstep this evening. An adorable Fall-o-ween care package from Jim and Peggy Murray! Filled to the brim with the most fun things; from candies and cat toys, to hair product samples and so many more bright and colorful things – You two Wisconsinites sure know how to make a gal feel like a kid again! Oh! And speaking of kids. A childhood friend, whom I’ve known since the dawn of kindergarten will be crashing at Casa De La Murr tonight. So excited to have her and her beau stay for the evening!

Stay cozy everyone.

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November, Operation, Surgery, ThyCa, Thyroid Cancer, Thyroids

A Rainy Wednesday in the Desert

I woke up to the sounds of rain this morning. It’s fall in the desert; temperatures barely gracing the mid-sixties.
Julian and I just got back from a forty-eight hour adventure to Minneapolis for Halloween. It was such a lovely visit.
Pulling myself in every which way possible, I managed to roll out from under the cozy warm blankets and a snuggling cat. My last surgeon appointment was this morning where I signed my life away, once again, to the care of Dr. Nasri. I would have much rather stayed in bed.

Initial here. Initial there. Initials everywhere. I made it though the stack of papers. I read all the descriptions I was initialing the first time, but I decided to skim over most of these this morning due to all the gory details they list out of what could happen. No need to feed my anxiety monster anymore – he’s a bit plump already.

From there back to a room I went. My appointment was at 9:45AM and of course he finally entered around 11:15. Ridiculous. He informed us that he took a second look at the PET scan and spoke with Dr. Mecca who performed my biopsy. Nasri noticed a bit more of a glow in some nodes near my sternum as well. I have a measuring/mapping appointment with Dr. Mecca on Friday. He will perform another ultrasound on my neck to confirm the exact location of the lymph nodes that need to be removed. They upped my surgical procedure from a simple left neck dissection to a left modified radical neck dissection paired with a mediastinal dissection. He plans to clear out various lymph nodes in both areas in attempt to prevent the cancer from spreading into my lungs. He insists I am RAI resistant and that the chance of reoccurrence after this surgery is yet again possible.

Proceeding all this nerve wrecking info, this office has a special procedure they perform in preparation for surgery where they check your vocal cords. They numb your nose and shove a little tube with a light on the end down each nostril. Totally. Torture. As well, you are required to pay additional $ that is not covered by insurance for a nerve and vocal cord monitoring. Better safe than sorry, but all these little things just add to the total dramatic experience.

As always, a time has not yet been assigned for the day of surgery – I’ll know 24 in advance. Nasri said this particular procedure should take 2-3 hours instead of 5-6 like the first round. I’ll take that as pretty much the only win so far in this repeat horror story.

Tomorrow I head to my regular physicians office for a slew of blood work, EKG, and chest x-rays for pre-op purposes.
Friday the mapping ultrasound, and from there we are headed into the final countdown.

I’m feeling confident, but that comes and goes. I sometimes still can’t believe this is my life. That I am dealing with such a resilient disease. I’ve never once said “why me” because really, why not me? Why not anyone? It’s just frusterating. Life is such a gamble that no one is in control of.

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Operation, ThyCa, Thyroid Cancer, Thyroids

Operation

November 19, 2015. T-Minus 29 days before I go under the knife for the second time.

I met with my surgeon last Friday afternoon before I cut off to California for a couple days (Much needed!). It was surreal to be back in that office again. The girls up at the front were much nicer this time around. Nasri didn’t seem quite as awful as he did in the past. He gives it to you straight, which is generally terrifying, but I tried to give it right back to him. I questioned if these newly diagnosed lymph nodes were something he missed or if it’s new cell growth. He claims it’s hard to say – He cleaned out about as many of those little bastards as he could in the first surgery and one year ago my blood levels displayed a clear pallet.

90% of thyroid cancer patients are cured with surgery and RAI. I am in that top 10% that didn’t get so lucky. In that 10%, he placed me in the 8% category of having a more aggressive form of PTC, which may or may not, have me jetting off to another state eventually for further testing. We won’t know anything about that until after surgery. The good news is they located these nodes which means the disease isn’t lost somewhere in my body. “That would be really bad.” Nasri states.

My nerves started to get the best of me when he was reading the biopsy report and measuring areas of my neck. The location of the nodes and his ruler were off. I pulled out my phone with the image of the biopsy marks to show him where exactly I was stabbed. He was grateful for the photo – but why am I providing crucial information for surgery mapping? He was surprised that my neck had no source of any tenderness. I swear I am immune to health issue symptoms or maybe I was just raised to be tough? I plan to request the ultrasound images and inquire about another imaging session before surgery to ensure he knows exactly where he is headed.

I will get graced with a new scar since these nodes are located further down the left side, towards my color bone. Ahh well, just a little extra character. This surgery gets a little more complicated due to the fact that we are now going to be digging around near two major arteries in the lower neck. I’m trying not to think about that. I asked if he felt confident in the surgery, to which he replied “Of course, I’m the best there for this job.” And so it goes; my life is once again in Nasri and his team’s hands.

Until then, I’m doing my best to go about things at a normal pace. KIDDING. That’s not at all in my nature. I’m currently balls to the walls in design projects, yard decorating, cat snuggling, doctor appointments, and gearing up for a quick trip to Minneapolis. A possible jaunt to CA or UT before surgery as well. And today, I’m taking a few hours to myself, spa bound, with a book and an eighty minute massage scheduled (Thanks, Claud-O!).

As the days roll closer to the 19th, this whole oh so cool, clam and in control of the situation attitude will fade some – But hell, for now, the world does not stop moving for anyone or anything – Why should I?

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