Insides Revealed

Today was a "good" day. We fought traffic to get to my 9:30 AM appointment with a new, hopeful endocrinologist that was recommended by the PA of my surgeon as they also see this provider for their own care post-thyroidectomy. After completing typical intake paperwork with medical history, current health status, etc. and providing the receptionist with the latest paperwork from my followup yesterday, we only waited a short while until the nurse brought us back. They took my weight, height, vitals, etc. before the meeting with the doctor. The appointment lasted about 45 mins. The doctor was very knowledgable, detailed, and thorough. Friendly to Emily and Noah, and assuring again of the outcomes of Thyroid cancer. He has a solid background "in the field of thyroid cancer and subclinical thyroid disease, and won a national award for his work in thyroid cancer research." So, my confidence from the referral and his background was high. He discussed everything from t

Post-Operative Followup (POD9) A yellow folder with 3 tabs: 1) "Path 6/18/19" 2) "OP Note 6/18/19" 3) "OV Note 6/21/19" - This is what we left with from my surgeon's office today for my post-operative appointment and a "Literature Review for the Highest Clinical Evidence of Common Topical Products Used to Reduce Post Incisional Scars." He knew I'd want copies of all the reports - he knows me well 😁 The first order of business, reveal the scar. My doc gloved up, and began peeling back the last piece of Steri-Strip remaining over the incision. No pain, just some slight pulling likely on the scabbing that was beneath. For the past 9 days, I had only seen the dark line beneath the white paper curious as to what would be left behind from my 4 hour neck dissection. Having kept it well protected during showering with some water proof bandages and plastic taped over the site the first few days, it was dry and stuck on pretty well. He

More times than not, when we find something that's impacted us or we feel impassioned about, we advocate the heck out of it and shout to the rooftops to bring awareness to others.  Remember the ALS Ice Bucket challenge? We do, cause we did it! So, naturally, you've now found your new world-ambassador for Thyroid and Neck Awareness! Not really, but, really do check-your-neck! "An estimated 15 million of Americans have undiagnosed thyroid problems." That's too many and to think if my care provider at the time had just kept pushing antibiotics for my bronchitis that wouldn't go away and not have ordered the chest CT, or if I hadn't continued to insist on draining and biopsying the recurrent cyst and just dealt with it like so many do in ignoring or diminishing health issues, well, who knows how this could have gone. My symptoms were nothing short of a sore throat, dry coughing, and well, that pesky lump in my throat. Literally, every time I swallowed

Having majored in music in college, in voice no less, of course the impacts of this surgery on my long term speaking and singing voice raised concern. Since the onset of the bronchitis in October last year, my voice has turned hoarse and at times or just leaves me altogether after prolonged periods of speaking. During the day, I'm on countless calls, in meetings, working with my team one on one, and then come home to sing and play with our son. In one of the second opinion consultations I had, the doctor referred me to a vocal specialist to dig a little deeper as during a Thyroidectomy, there are two sets of nerves that if damaged during surgery, can cause permanent damage to the voice: the recurrent laryngeal nerve and the external branch of the superior laryngeal nerve. The doctor wanted to confirm that nothing else concerning was going on that could cause surprise during surgery. On June 4th, I was scheduled a visit to this new provider, an otolaryngologist and a speech

Post-Operative Day #3(POD3) Any medical situation can feel debilitating to one who doesn't know the jargon. So, I try to pay attention to everything: what is said, read, dictated, or otherwise done to me or about me. From the first imaging appointments, I've requested copies of all reports, imaging discs, etc. and it's all organized in a binder (yeah yeah, some of you know me well enough to know how organized I try to be). Nevertheless, "POD3" was the new one I learned and felt every bit of day 3 after going to see my surgeon to have the drain removed (thank God!). Those things have to be one of the most annoying, irritating post-operative part of it all. Hanging from your wound, stitched to skin usually like mine was and then attached to a bulb syringe basically, that had to be drained since being in the hospital at least twice a day. Then my surgeon wanted a drain report each morning which he used to determine if it could come out. Apparently mine had slowed

Happy Wednesday Friends and Family, Simply put, the last 48 hours were a whirlwind. Yesterday morning felt as normal as could be, went to story time with Emily and Noah at the library in our neighborhood. Then our pastor came to pray with us at 10 AM. By 11:30, we were headed to the hospital for my 12:30 check-in. 15 minutes later and we were in the pre-operative waiting room. Before you know it, they’re calling me back to prep. By 2:30, I’d had an EKG, blood work, signed a tone of waivers, met with the anesthesiologist, my surgeon (who was a serendipitous connection from my Uncle - Thanks Glenn and Joanne), nurses galore, and by 3 was kissing Emily goodbye as they rolled me back to the OR. The plan was always a partial or hemi-thyroidectomy with removal of the cyst that’s been drained multiple times since January. During surgery, they would send the resected thyroid tissue off for frozen section to pathology, if the findings confirmed the already suspected cancer diagnosis