My Thyroid Cancer, Emotions and the Photo
I don’t want to gross anyone out by a sudden pop-up on Instagram or Facebook of my insides but lots of people asked to see the tumor photo. So I’m posting it here.
Talk about vulnerability.
Showing off my innards.
That long string is not a hair, as my husband tried to tease me in my post-surgery drug-induced delirium. Its a stitch. I promise.
I have a wide range of emotions when I look at the picture.
Awe, the body really is fearfully and wonderfully made.
Humbled by human fragility.
Glad, that Dr. D took me seriously and snapped the photo and also that he and my other docs took the lump seriously and are good doctors.
Sad, that the good thyroid is gone.
Mad, to be honest, because we were doing just fine, my thyroid and I and now my body is out of whack, at least for a while.
Relieved, surprised (look the size of that thing!), and still kinda in shock that this is my body. My cancer body.
Thankful for faith. Some people say those of us with faith are weak and leaning on crutches. I say, “Amen to that.” Life hurts, loving people is scary. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have a refuge to run to.
Thankful for community. For all the doctors and nurses who love me and who are begging to see the photo (you guys are hilarious). For all who have sent messages or cancer sucks mugs or soft blankets and socks and treats and flowers and lotion and tea and prayers and more.
Dizzy, oh wait no, that’s just the drugs talking. Because yeah, I’m on a lot of drugs now, so sure the emotions could be coming from one of the 10-16 pills a day I’m taking.
Amazing, how one photo can call up all that. Anyway.
Here’s the first of many rounds of daily pills (aka actual cancer candy) and then below is the thyroid.
Do not scroll down if you don’t want to see.
Not too hard to see which side is messed up, huh?