Okay, so, for the last month, every darned day I hear/read about/see/meet someone with thyroid cancer. Turns out that thyroid disorders, including benign and cancerous growths on the thyroid are incredibly common. Only it seems like I only met one person with the problem until recently. But now there's one Olympic skater who's mom has thyroid cancer, and a bride on Say Yes To The Dress and Vikki's daughter on The Real Housewives of the OC though that she might...
Yeah. That means what you think it means. I've got a suspicious lump on my thyroid that they can't rule out as not cancer. In other words they've scanned and poked me, and still that little bastard won't say for certain that it's benign. Now, I am convinced that it is not cancer, but somehow my
The nice thing (Um, I guess) is that thyroid cancer is very very treatable. They're the only cells that take up iodine, so they just irradiate some iodine and it kills the cells. If you have to pick a cancer, thyroid is totally the way to go.
Though it would be nice not to have to pick.
The important thing is: I'm going to be fine. But things are a little wonky right now, and I figured that my readers and online friends might want to know why I'm so schitzo. (You would be freaking amazed at how many things are controlled by your thyroid. I'm so tired, but also can't sleep, and I feel like I have ADD. It's. So. Weird.)
The surgery isn't until the middle of April, so I have plenty of time to whine before then. It is, of course, the week before the paperback release of Highway to Hell. Because life is funny that way. Because now I have to omg plan ahead. O.o
Comments with well wishes are welcome, but should include recipes for your favorite comfort food. Or alternatively, links to amusing LOL cats, or possibly pictures of Sam Worthington or alternative hotness. (Um, more or less dressed, please. This is a PG-ish blog.)