An hour ago, I got a call from my doc. My thyroid is massive and cutting off my airway and it needs to come out. It's (probably) not cancer. Yay! It's (most likely) going to require surgery. Not yay!
That started a snowball of phone calls. So far, I've talked to my doc, the surgeon twice, the MRI office twice, the interventional pulmonologist once and the anesthesiologist once.
They want the surgery to happen next Wednesday. My birthday. Thanks.
Too fast. This is moving much too fast.
I've got an MRI scheduled first thing tomorrow morning. I'm off for some blood work right now. Most of all, I'm feeling pissed off. Pissed that my feeling of relief has been shattered by this..pushiness. The surgeon has this air of eagerness in his voice. Why the urgency? I can breathe. Sure, it's tight, but it's BEEN tight..for months. A few more days won't kill me. Let's find out WHY my thyroid is so freaking huge before ripping it out.
I've never had surgery. I've never had anesthesia (beyond nitrous oxide, that is). I've never had to stay overnight at the hospital because something inside me was broken and had to be snipped out.
They better let me keep it in a jar. I'm going to fight for that much. If it can't stay in my head, then my damned thyroid is going to stay on my desk.
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