This week marks one year since my thyroid cancer diagnosis. While trimming the side dishes for Thanksgiving last year, I had a bomb drop on my otherwise clean bill of health. This year I can bake my pumpkin pies with a clear head- mostly anyway.
I get to ring in the new year with another round of poking and prodding to make sure the cancer is still gone. I recently had to get the party started by placing an order for Thyrogen, a drug that simulates hypothyroidism... or hell on earth as I like to call it. Ok, so that is a bit of an exaggeration, but it still sucks rocks. Going "hypothyroid"' is a necessary component of the testing process at the one year mark to find any remaining- or resurfacing- cancer. The good news is that Thyrogen is a trippy magic drug that helps my body not know that it's gone hypo. So the process should be insignificant compared to my ride on the hypothyroid express last year. However, I think I've had a bit of a mental awakening since the Thyrogen train pulled into town. I've managed to barely think about cancer since I was declared cancer-free last spring and now this is raining on my parade.
I can't complain though. I've truly had a great year, despite my violent break-up with my once beloved thyroid. The little amber bottle filled with pretend thyroid hormone that sits by my bedside every night is my cuddle buddy. It makes me feel all warm inside- quite literally actually, since I froze my crap off when I was low on the thyroid totem poll last year. It's like Christmas covered in chocolate when my prescription order arrives in the mail. Hey everyone! I get to be human for another 3-months! Yippeeee!
Despite my trusty pill bottle though, I know God is my true source of care. He's taught me so much, and continues to do so. So it is in that spirit that I will head into my test and hopefully declare I am cancer free once again. ALL ABOARD!
