Speaking only as an observer, having your thyroid removed is not a ton of fun. I’m thankful we live in Houston with its world-class medical system. I’m thankful we live in the 21st century and not in the Dark Ages. For that matter, I’m thankful it’s 2013 and not the 90s: the difference even in the last decade has made recovery much faster/less painful. I’m also thankful for Downton Abbey on-demand. We watched the first two seasons this weekend–all 15 hours of it.
Meanwhile, we got the pathology results of Steph’s thyroid this morning. One of the nodules was cancerous after all–a cystic papillary carcinoma. They found it in the nodule they chose not to biopsy and the one they almost left in; the big ones were all benign. So it’s a good thing they did a total thyroidectomy. And in way, good thing the other non-cancerous nodules were so large as they triggered this surgery, and thus the removal of the bad stuff. It’s like the body was screaming at us to deal with it.
The next step is to get a radioactive scan to look for existing cancer in and around the neck/lymph node region. But that will be up to the endocrinologist once he looks at her results, which won’t happen until late March (at the earliest) due to the time needed to get the Thyroid hormones washed out of the system. This will also alter the kind of Thyroid replacement drugs they prescribe. They may have to keep her slightly hyperthyroid in the long-term, and hypothyroid in the weeks before the scans. #drag
If there is still cancer, which is unlikely, it should be very treatable and everything should be OK. But still, this was an awfully shitty start to the day.
P.S. — Two seasons of Downton is enough to make you swear off British soap operas for a while. Not sure we’ll finish Season three. But at least, we can both do good impressions of Elizabeth McGovern now. It’s all about the head-tilt.