23 March 2009

Nothing Says Fun Like A Needle In The Neck

Because I have a thyroid condition (an auto-immune disorder called Hashimoto's Thyroiditis), I see my doctor once a year for a check-up. He palpitates my thyroid, orders up some blood work and I go on my merry way. Last September, Dr. D. wraps his hands around my neck, asks me to swallow some water then says, "Hm, I think I felt something there. I'm going to order an ultrasound just to make sure everything's OK." One sonogram and a couple of days later I'm on the phone with his nurse who told me that there was something on my thyroid, we'll keep an eye on it and do a follow-up in March.

It's March.

Last week I had my follow-up sonogram and the radiologist who read it found a nodule that was large enough to warrant a biopsy. Now, from my independent research (which mainly involved Googling "thyroid nodule") I gleaned that nodules are fairly commonplace and most are not malignant. That did little to calm my nerves and I'm very thankful to my friends who talked me down from a bit of a freak out, because you know the first thing my mind went to after hearing the word biopsy was cancer: "Don't freak out." It doesn't sound like much, but it helped immensely.

Today was my biopsy.

I was scheduled to have it done at 2:30. I walked into the exam room at 3:30. It wasn't so much that I had to wait an hour that kind of ticked me off, but that I a) had the kids with me and b) Frank took off work to watch the kids during my procedure. Luckily, there was a TV on in the waiting room tuned to the Disney Channel and Evan had brought his DS with. But still.

The sonographer took some more grainy pictures of my thyroid and then we waited for the radiologist to come work his needle mojo. Dr. B., was warm, friendly and very thorough. He told me exactly what he was going to do, what it would feel like and what to expect afterward. I like that. I appreciated being treated like an adult with a brain in her head, not some stupid moron who has no clue about anatomy or how a microscope works. So he numbed me up with a local anesthetic, then went deeper with another. That stuff works lightning fast because I couldn't feel anything as he used a fine-needle syringe to cull the cells from my little thyroidal hitchhiker.

A cytologist was also in the room with her microscope and she prepared a slide of my cells making sure Dr. B. got enough. He had to do a second pass to get the correct amount. Then they cleaned me up and sent me out (at this point it was well after 4:00).

So now I just play the waiting game until next week when I meet with my doctor to discuss today's results.

And if you happen to see me out and about over the next few days, I'll most likely have a lovely bruise on my neck. Pretty.

11 comments:

Anna said...

I'm sure you're relieved that this part is over. I'll keep saying prayers, the waiting is the worse part! I remember....

Quigs78 said...

I'm crossing my fingers and my toes for you! I know it's impossible, but try not to worry about it too much this week.

Leighann said...

Best wishes! The waiting game always sucks. But all you can do is put it out of your mind until the results come back.

How about a nice scarf. They are in style :)

Mommy, Queen Of Everything said...

I'll be thinking of you and keep saying prayers that everything will be OK.

If you do get any bruising and someone asks you about it, blame Frank.

:)

Mommy, Queen Of Everything said...

OK, to clarify my last comment, not to make Frank out to be an abusive husband, I was thinking more along the lines of a "love bite".

Sorry, sorry, sorry!

Katherine said...

I actually have the same condition. It's a pain in the neck (so to speak), but try not to worry.

I'll be thinking of you.

Patty said...

I'm holding my breath for you! I hope everything is totally benign.

the sandwich life said...

Thinking of you of course....I know waiting is hard....

Mrs. Chicken said...

My mom has the same thing; she gets nodules all the time. They are always benign.

Thinking of you, friend. We will be at the playground again, Thursday afternoon. Maybe we'll see you there.

Harley Quinn said...

Hope all is well. I know the waiting game all too well. It's not a fun one. =)

Sulking.. said...

It's all good. It's all good. It's all good. You will be fine. You will be fine. Try not to worry, that's the worst.