So, for those of you who haven’t seen on Facebook and/or Twitter, I got the results back today from my thyroid operation. Neil was poorly, and Jake has had chicken pox, so I got my friend Inder to come with me.
They were running late, as to be expected, but eventually I got called through. I had the obligatory chat on the way to the consultation room: “How are you today, Mrs Barnwell?” “OK, I think, I’m hoping YOU can tell ME.”
We walked into the room and there was my surgeon, his registrar, another professor, a nurse, and a nurse counsellor. When there are that many people in the room, it’s never good news.
Doc: “We’ve only had your results back today”
Me: “Right. And…”
Doc: “It’s positive”
Doc: “It’s malignant”
I was only in with him for about two minutes before I was ushered off into another room with my “key worker”. He’s basically the guy I go to with any worries, questions or concerns. I was told that the type of cancer is “Well differentiated papillary thyroid cancer“.
They aren’t worried about it, but I wonder how many of the people in that room had to fight one cancer, let alone two.
In comparison to what I’ve already been through, this will be a walk in the park. I start thyroxine as of tomorrow. I will need another operation to remove the other half of my thyroid gland, and am on the waiting list for this, it will probably be towards the end of January, beginning of February, and then I will probably need radioactive iodine treatment.
My key worker told me that if I hadn’t have had my scan to stage my Hodgkin’s, it may have been another 10 or 20 years before I noticed a lump because it’s so slow growing, and even then the prognosis would still be good.
So, who’d have thunk it? Two completely different and unrelated types of cancer before the age of 30. I suppose, I could think myself lucky to have had two cancers with good prognosis, but honestly, I’d have rather had none at all thanks.
Here’s to kicking it once more!