Best Laid Plans

I figured I'd tell you how I found out.  As everything else in my life, this is a long story.

Dirty and I had decided to start trying to have a baby.  Jigga what?  The person who had always poo-pooed the idea of children and was tolerant of them at best was planning to make one?!?!?!  Yes, Dirty wore me down.

Anyway, after a month of "trying" aka banging all the time, I started to feel weird.  Like super forgetful, shaky and lightheaded.  Everyone at my job was like "BABY".  But I didn't feel that. I knew that my body was revolting against me, and it wasn't for a good reason like incubating a baby.  

I took a pregnancy test.  Negative.  I went to my primary doctor, she did a standard blood test.  Normal.  I was starting to think I was going crazy.  I finally went to my endocrinologist, who when I told her my symptoms was "get in this office NOW!".

2 thyroid blood tests, 3 sonograms, a cat scan, 2 thyroid scans, an ekg, and 6 biopsy's later there it was.  Cancer.  Fucking cancer.  The whole time I was going through the tests, each tech told me that this case was so abnormal.  Um, hello?  This is me we are talking about.  Of course it is abnormal.  I am the only person on the face of this earth that gained weight with an overactive thyroid.

I remember an old post on here when I went through this once before; when everything was benign, and I said fuck cancer.  It is a scary work and even scarier outcome.

Luckily, my type is fairly easy to remedy.  A radioactive iodine treatment, a quick surgery and a few radiation treatments to make sure everything is dead, and poof, no more cancer.  Then I'll have to take synthroid for the rest of my life.

Could be worse, right?

Sidebar: Anyone find it strange how since I married Dirty, I broke my foot, was in the hospital for a kidney infection, and now this?  No?  Just me then?  Ok.

I Always Come Back When I Need Something

As I sit here and write this I am taken back to the original reason why I started this blog.  Basically to have a space where I can share things with a modicum of confidentiality.  Since now most of my original readers know who I am, this blog has fallen into a hiatus. Now with things swirling around again, I need my corner back.

I have cancer.  Wow, that becomes real when you type it.  Since that word is like a bullet, i should explain that it is papillary carcinoma, and it is a form of thyroid cancer.  I found out in the beginning of August, and have been going for tests and such since then.  I haven't started official treatments yet; I haven't decided what to do, surgery or radiation/chemotherapy.

 I'm keeping it on the low for the foreseeable future, so no mentions on Facebook or anything.  Basically only Dirty, my parents, his mom and my sister know.  I've told my boss and key work people and they have been great.  I just want to keep it a secret now because I don't want those pity faces and the constant talk about when so-and-so had cancer this is now she handled it.

Right now, I am continuing to the be the sarcastic rag that I have always been.  The only thing that works for me right now in regards to this is that whenever I ask Dirty for something, he can't deny me (not that he ever did anyway).

Sloane: Honey boo boo, I need a cleaning lady
Dirty: Come on the house is not that big
Sloane: Please?
Dirty: No.
Sloane: But I have cancer!
Dirty: Ugh, fine.

Works like a charm every time.


PS: who is watching Honey Boo Boo?  No joke, that was God's gift to me when I was diagnosed. ;)