Thyroid Cancer. I googled it because I've been terrified all week about my biopsy. I have Hashimoto's disease, which means my thyroid is pretty much inactive and I have all of these little nodules in my neck. One of them is troubling because it's pretty sizable and my endocrinologist ordered a fine needle aspiration to retrieve cells from the thyroid to make sure they're benign. I waited in his office today for an hour. How can you make someone wait on pins and needles for an hour? Whatever words that would come out of his mouth would greatly affect me. He came in and reported that the cells that they retrieved were not thyroid cells, just blood cells, etc. They didn't have what they needed. WHAT?!
I did not compose myself at that point. I was so wired emotionally and I had just sat there to find out nothing. I could have received that lack of information over the phone and I thought he should know. I fussed at my doctor. I had never done that before. His response was to re-explain my condition and mine was to tell him I understood the condition, just not his protocol. I told him that I didn't appreciate waiting and paying $35 and writing sub plans for my students and using one of my sick days and not having enough money for the parking garage and having to scrounge for pennies in my car and arriving at 7:50 to be seen at 9:05! I was miffed. I still am.
My options are to have another FNA done in the same exact spot, which, by the way, is still bruised a week later, or to monitor it over time with sonograms. It's all just something that I wish would go away.

When I left the doctor's office, I drove through downtown and spotted a legless man wheeling himself along the sidewalk with a huge smile on his face. I'm going to be fine.