cont'd scan me once... aka... the "odd looking thing"

So this morning... 48 hours was up.

I missed the cell phone call from the doctor -- just as I got to and picked the phone up off the countertop, it stopped ringing. So I waited to see if they would leave a message, which Dr. Huston did. She asked me to call the office because she has the results of my scan. The time of the message was about 8:12ish -- I then tried the office number and received the automated message about the office being closed at the time... please try again later.

So I had to sit and wait for about 20 minutes or so to get through. Once I did, they quickly got Dr. Huston for me -- I must have caught her just before her first appointment of the day.

She said that she had seen the results of my scan, and that there was an "odd looking thing" (her exact words -- I was nervous and happened to have my alba18 notepad right by me and wrote down what she said) on the right side of my thyroid. Well let me tell ya how much confidence that phrase does NOT instill in a person!!!

So then she continued and I'm so thankful that my ears sent the messages to my hands because I really don't remember much of the conversation after that -- those words kind of rang in my ears...

I wrote down the phrase "thyroid scan" and then when she mentioned it a second time she added the word "intake" so I wrote that in above it. She also mentioned that a surgeon would soon be contacting me to schedule a biopsy of my thyroid.

Okay -- just in case you need it -- in case you don't know my life history, my hubby Andy went thru melanoma skin cancer -- surgery etc. and has been given the all clear etc. -- but let me say that having been through all of that, when you hear the word "biopsy" -- it just isn't the same as for a person who has no history with that word...

For me, it kind of makes my heart skip a few beats and sink down into my chest and my palms clench, and suddenly I can't breathe.

So I wasn't thinking clearly enough to ask "what kind of timeline are we looking at?" "what is an intake scan?" "do you think it's cancerous?" -- I was in shock. She told me that the surgeon does visit her office on thursday afternoons but that I could visit him at any of his other office locations any other day if thurdsdays didn't work for me.

Before I knew it, the conversation was over and I was saying goodbye and hanging up the phone.

Then I sat for a few minutes, a few tears strolled down my cheeks. I tried to call Andy but got voicemail -- so I left a message asking him to call me. Then I tried my parents' house. I was about to leave a message there but Dad picked up. So I told him about what Dr. Huston had said and my voice cracked despite my best efforts to put on my bravest face. I could hear the worry in his voice and wondered for a brief second if I shouldn't have said anything to them -- but then I realized that I needed for them to know, to be there for me.

I finally got ahold of Andy and told him... and he tried to be reassuring. I was just trying not to cry again. bahh -- failed at that big time.

So there it is -- i'm supposed to go for an intake scan (where they either inject you or you swallow radiated iodine and they track it in your system) and I will soon be scheduled for a surgery to remove said "odd looking thing" from my thyroid for biopsy.

Prayers would be welcomed and moreso appreciated. TYVM.

Posted by kristen at March 1, 2007 3:49 AM