The Big One-O
Today I logged on to the computer and was reading my usual blogs when I noticed that my cousin’s daughter had written in her blog: “My mother has thyroid cancer.”
I made sure my aunt had called my cousin, since my aunt had the same type thyroid cancer too and had been through it all and is as fine as ever. My cousin seemed to be was freaking out, and I knew if she talked to my aunt she’d feel a lot better. And then I sent the link to the Dear Thyroid website to my relative to pass along to her mother.
Thyroid, I’m glad you just kind of died on me. That’s preferable to going renegade with cancer, because then I’d have to go thermonuclear on you and, well, you already know we’ve had enough radiation in our lifetimes. So, thanks for that.
I noticed that the previous letter I’d written to you via Dear Thyroid was published just two days ago, on January 22 titled “A Midwinter Thyroid’s Dream”. The date it was published to the website happens to be the 10th anniversary of our little song-and-dance (I do all the singing and dancing and you do nothing, but you know what I mean).
Ten whole years. A full decade. The Big One-O.
Ten years ago this week, my doctor told me “Omigosh your TSH is 23! You have hypothyroidism!” We were just three weeks into a brand spanking new millennium, too. What timing! I’m reluctant to think what would have happened to me had we not been introduced in such an obnoxious way. Things would have grown worse much faster. I might look like I had swallowed a football by now. Or, maybe I’d have gotten so tired I’d have just lied down and slept the rest of my life away. Who knows? You’re still worse for wear after 10 years and over 3,600 pills, but I like to think our little medical truce has saved both of our asses from something we both dread.
What will the next 10 years hold for us? Only time will tell, but at the rate things are going, I don’t feel so hot about it. After all, there were nodules on the ultrasound last Fall, and I’d never had either before. This does not bode well, but I’m still not afraid of you. Nope! Nosiree!
Now, to get my cousin past her fear. Bring it on.
(Bio) who has the “nobody knows why” type of hypothyroidism, now celebrating 10 years together!