Six months gone

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I’m at the six month marker. Six months ago today I had my thyroid removed.

It’s been three months since I had I-131 therapy.

So how am I doing?

My new doc says I’m doing fine.

He’s more patient than I am.

He’s weaned me off three medications my old doc had me on that weren’t necessary. That would be why she isn’t my doc anymore.

I can tell a difference – but it isn’t going quickly enough to suit me, of course.

My resistance is still shot. I have another nasty cold.

My salivary glands are experiencing some swelling that comes and goes, so when it comes, I go back to massaging them and sucking lemon drops.  Is that permanent? I don’t know. I know it’s a result of the I-131 therapy.

My voice still sounds like I have a cold, even when I don’t, so I am assuming that’s as good as it’s going to get. I am extremely fortunate. As big as glandzilla was, I might have lost my ability to speak altogether. My vocal cords were stretched – but not broken.

So sorry, all you ex husbands… 😛

My mouth? Let’s not even go there. Things weren’t great in that department before all this, and now it’s just intolerable. This illness and the treatments prescribed for it will mess your mouth/teeth/smile up big time in record time – and Blue Cross doesn’t care. They haven’t had to mess with me before now, though.

I feel like I’m in the fight of my life regaining my health, my energy, my old body back…

But I’m up for it 😉

It’s also six months since I stopped smoking. I had my last one the night before my surgery.

I’m sure I feel better because of that, but with all else that’s gone on, I’m not sure what benefit it’s given me.

As soon as my surgery was done, the wheezing and coughing stopped – all signs of an enlarged thyroid – that I had chalked up to smoking and thought “Yeah, I guess I really need to quit one of these days…”

Since I stopped smoking the same time I had my thyroid removed, I guess I’ll never know how much was thyroid and how much was smoking.

I guess it doesn’t really matter?

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.

I have a lot to be grateful and thankful for.

I survived a very tricky surgery that I highly suspect not even my kick butt surgeon thought I would survive.

I am rid of a gland gone out of control that was literally killing me.

I have my parathyroid glands intact so that I don’t have problems with my calcium levels as well.

My cancer has not spread. The radiation oncologist told me that whatever cancer might remain, it is confined to my neck, and the thyroid cells left behind post-surgery are dutifully absorbing the I-131 isotopes, which should make them die.

I still have to remind myself all the time that there are never any absolute, final answers.

But I still claim survivorhood.

I have a wonderful support network of family and friends all of whom I love so very much. You all know who you are – and if you don’t, you should.


Have a Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. I know I will. Just the fact that I am still here is enough for me, for today.

That doesn’t mean I don’t have a mile long wish list for Santa though!


Fun With Radiation, Part One: The Dreaded Diet


I’ve knocked around how to talk about this radiation therapy thing for a while. It needs to be done. I have people telling me how ‘brave’ they think I am, and I think maybe some folks are under the impression that I’ve soldiered through some long, drawn out, painful, sickness inducing ordeal, and that just isn’t the case, folks.

I popped a pill. That’s all.

There was some preparation ahead of time, to be sure, but I didn’t have the same type of radiation used for more aggressive or prevalent cancer. I didn’t have to don one of those mesh masks and lie on a table while radiation was burned into my body. I had no chemotherapy.

I just popped a pill.

A radioactive iodine pill.

I-131 isotope, to be precise. This radioactive isotope is designed, in my case, to attach itself to, and kill, any thyroid cells remaining in my body after thyroid surgery to remove the gland. Any cells left behind could be cancerous, or could become cancerous. Best they be gone, as a precaution.

There are four types of thyroid cancer. As I’ve said before, the one I have – Papillary Thyroid Cancer – is the least likely to be aggressive and spread, the easiest to treat and cure, and the radiation oncologist told me it’s more of a nuisance than anything else.

Oh yeah. It’s been that alright. Beginning with The Diet.

The Diet is the First Circle of Hell.

The radiation oncologist told me about The Diet.

It had to be followed for two weeks prior to taking the pill. It is a low iodine diet. NOT to be confused with low sodium, though you have to avoid processed foods containing salt, because you don’t know if the salt used was iodized… so you have to pass. You have to lower your iodine intake as much as possible and let your body deplete itself of iodine, because thyroid cells absorb and process iodine. They needed to be eager to absorb the radioactive iodine that would kill them.

Read labels sometime. Even MILK has salt in it. Even FAKE MILK in the health food stores has salt in it. Sea salt, at that. A no no.

Even if it didn’t, dairy was a no no anyway. Iodine is in the solution used to clean components of automatic milking machines, and gets in the milk used for drinking and creating other dairy products.

Anything with a high iodine content was a definite no no.

No seafood.

Seaweed is high in iodine content, so I couldn’t have that. So what, you say?

Did you know seaweed is in a LOT of grocery items? It’s disguised on the label as an ingredient called ‘carrageenan’.

I couldn’t even have my fru fru creamer in my coffee because even though there’s no dairy in non-dairy creamer – there is carrageenan. Go ahead. Read the label of your coffeemate in the fridge. I’ll wait.


The doc gave me a list of foods that were okay – that looked like it could fit on a 3 x 5 index card – and told me if it wasn’t on the list – don’t eat it.

That pretty much left me with this:

and this: (with no milk, mind you!)

I’m a foodie. Cancer wasn’t killing me. The Diet was killing me.

I went into the doc’s office for some paperwork, and the desk clerk asked me how I was. I told her I was fine but The Diet sucks a major one.

She laughed and said “Yeah, it’s not real fun, is it?”

Another guy at the counter says to me “Vodka has no iodine content. Just sayin’.”

Ha! Someone else with my sense of humor! Just drink myself silly for two weeks till I can eat regular food again!

I had fun with it – but I had my moments too.

My first visit to the radiation oncologist’s office gave me pause.

Just the word ‘oncologist’ began to hit me. Cancer doctor. I had this? Cancer? Me?

I walked in and saw an office full of patients in various phases of cancer treatment. Some were younger than I was, but emaciated down to nothing, cancer and the treatment to fight it having whittled them away to skin and bones. Skin that had that pallor about it that cancer patients get. Women in turbans, bald underneath. Some so weakened they were using walkers.

Brochures in racks with titles such as “When It’s Time For Hospice Care”.

Unnerving place, this.

Was this my future, I wondered? I looked, and pretty much felt, healthy right then… but would I soon look and feel like some of these other people? Would I be sitting there at some point with a calm, serene, accepting expression on my face, knowing my time in this office was nearing an end, and not because I was well?

Once I took the pill, I’d have to stay isolated away from people for a week. I’d have to work from home. In order to do that, because HR departments are the epitome of anal, I needed a letter from the doc stating it was okay for me to work from home… which it would be. Barring any violent reactions to the radiation, I’d be perfectly healthy enough to work from home. I just couldn’t expose other people to my irradiated body.

I asked the doc’s office to fax me a letter I could give to HR stating her okay with me working.

It came. I opened, I read:

“blah, blah, blah, diagnosis: carcinoma of the thyroid, blah, blah, blah…”

No… wait. I don’t HAVE cancer. I HAD cancer cells in my thyroid and it was now gone! No thyroid = no cancer!

Moments like that… unnerved me a bit. I shrugged them off as best I could.

The most frustrating part of the two weeks on The Diet, however, was finding out on my own, instead of being pointed there by one of my docs, that there is a wonderful website dedicated to people who have thyroid cancer like me, and have gone through the same treatment plan I’ve gone through – and they’ve written a low iodine diet cookbook. It’s on the website. In printable PDF form. And there’s real food in it.

Real. Live. Food.

Amen and amen.

If, God forbid, you or anyone you know ever needs this treatment, and enters this First Circle of Hell called The Diet, please, for the love of all that is holy, point them here:

I’m a WordPress dummy. Every time I try to make a clickable link on one of my blogs, it doesn’t work like it’s supposed to. Sorry. Copy and paste. You can do it. I know you remember how.

Now you know all about The Diet. Not a lot of fun, but I could have things so much worse.

Next time, I’ll tell you about stage two of the treatment – The Shots

The Second Circle of Hell.

The fun just keeps on comin’ folks!