Reader(s):
Also, I forgot to tell you that I realized yesterday that September is Thyroid Cancer Awareness month. Apparently we share September with several other cancers also. And yes, I know September is almost over, but that just means we have to pack extra awareness into the next few days! You can do it, faithful reader(s)!
Click here for more info. And don't forget to GET YOUR NECK CHECKED for nodules. And if you have any symptoms of hypothyroidism (which my reader(s) should know by now after I've complained about them so much), go to your doctor and ask them to do a blood test. Thyroid problems are very common, especially in women, and some doctors think that certain thyroid diseases can lead to thyroid cancer.
So be aware, good people! And love your little butterfly-shaped friend, if only because I can no longer love mine.
Painfully aware,
RG
9/24/2010
Mayo Magic
Reader(s):
Well, thanks to the doctor/detectives at the Mayo Clinic, we have now solved the mystery of the High-TG levels.
Before I reveal the culprit, I would like to describe my Mayo experience from the beginning. Also, like any good mystery writer, I just want to build up some suspense.
First of all, this place is freakin' ginormous. And swanky. Mayo Clinic pretty much takes up all of downtown Rochester, and its various buildings are all connected to each other and to nearby buildings and hotels via an extremely impressive network of underground tunnels (although it's all foot traffic they call it the subway) and above-ground skyways. There are all kinds of cool things interspersed around the first floor and the subway such as a Mayo history display, tons of artwork, a Cancer Education Center that has Yoga and Tai-Chi classes almost every day, and lots of various shops and food stores.
The main building is nineteen stories high. The endocrinology department, where I spent most of my time, is on the eighteenth floor. Despite the huge number of doctors and patients and facilities, everything at Mayo is super-efficient. Yesterday I had one of the fastest blood tests of my life, despite the fact that there were at least 20-30 people in the waiting room with me. My procedures today were very efficient also. Overall my mom and I were extremely impressed about how well everything was done. It's pretty clear why this place has such a great reputation.
So now that we have the setting down, I'll explain what actually happened.
When I first met with the doctor yesterday morning, he basically told me that he didn't think having an RAI treatment at this stage is a good idea. Since we would be essentially just treating a number (my TG level) without any other evidence of cancer, and since I'm young and my type of cancer is very slow-growing, he told us that he would prefer to wait and see what develops rather than give me a high dose of RAI without knowing if it would even be effective, especially since high RAI doses can have negative side effects in the long term.
He ordered a blood test and an ultrasound, and told us that their radiology department often finds things when previous scans haven't. So I had a blood test yesterday and an ultrasound this morning. The ultrasound did show two suspicious lymph nodes, and I had one of them biopsied right away. When I met with the doctor again this afternoon he told us that the biopsy was positive. Which means we have now found our culprit. It's a sneaky little node on the left side of my neck near my collarbone, right near my scar. Tricky little bastard.
One of the things the doctor explained was that because papillary thyroid cancer is so slow-growing, cancerous lymph nodes can take a long time to develop to a size that can be seen and/or treated. Yesterday he told us we should start thinking of my cancer as a chronic disease, rather than something that needs to be gotten rid of urgently like other cancers. I still don't know how I feel about the idea of having to go through this again and again for the rest of my life. I suppose it's better than having a bad long-term prognosis, but it also means I have to keep waiting around and that's pretty much my least favorite thing ever. Patience has never been a virtue that I have possessed.
Nevertheless, we have decided to wait for another few months or so before we take care of the aforementioned lymph node. Normally I would have it removed surgically, but since I just had surgery in April the doctor said he would prefer to wait at least a year before having another one. And I'm certainly not thrilled about going under the knife again so soon.
Also, Mayo has recently pioneered a procedure called alcohol ablation that they've been using to get rid of metastatic thyroid cancer lymph nodes in the neck. From what I understand, it involves using alcohol to blow up the cancerous lymph nodes rather than removing them surgically. Mayo is one of the only places in the country that does this procedure, and the doctor said he would talk to the radiology department about whether this is a possibility for me. If so, I'll probably come back to Mayo within the next six months or so and have that done.
No matter what, I probably won't have RAI again. At least not for a long time. The doctor said that lymph nodes usually don't respond well to radioactive iodine, and since mine didn't show up on the RAI scan last month it doesn't seem likely that they would be affected by an RAI treatment anyway. I'm pretty happy that I don't have to go through it again. All my other doctors have talked about how it's a magic bullet and it's super effective for thyroid cancer and blah blah blah, but I kind of think it sucks. At least when I'm going through it. So good riddance, RAI, LID, and all you other stupid un-fun acronyms.
Unfortunately that does mean I won't be radioactive again for some time. I might have to change my pen name. Any ideas? Thyroid Diva, maybe? Papillary Princess? Given that I've now had three biopsies in the past year I've been considering calling myself the Biopsy Queen. But maybe that one's not so good.
For now, I'm going to go back to my life, but I'll probably be back here in Rochester soon. And I will try to keep updating about cancer-related issues when they arise and/or whenever I actually have time to sit at my computer and write things.
Homeward Bound,
RG
Well, thanks to the doctor/detectives at the Mayo Clinic, we have now solved the mystery of the High-TG levels.
Before I reveal the culprit, I would like to describe my Mayo experience from the beginning. Also, like any good mystery writer, I just want to build up some suspense.
First of all, this place is freakin' ginormous. And swanky. Mayo Clinic pretty much takes up all of downtown Rochester, and its various buildings are all connected to each other and to nearby buildings and hotels via an extremely impressive network of underground tunnels (although it's all foot traffic they call it the subway) and above-ground skyways. There are all kinds of cool things interspersed around the first floor and the subway such as a Mayo history display, tons of artwork, a Cancer Education Center that has Yoga and Tai-Chi classes almost every day, and lots of various shops and food stores.
The main building is nineteen stories high. The endocrinology department, where I spent most of my time, is on the eighteenth floor. Despite the huge number of doctors and patients and facilities, everything at Mayo is super-efficient. Yesterday I had one of the fastest blood tests of my life, despite the fact that there were at least 20-30 people in the waiting room with me. My procedures today were very efficient also. Overall my mom and I were extremely impressed about how well everything was done. It's pretty clear why this place has such a great reputation.
So now that we have the setting down, I'll explain what actually happened.
When I first met with the doctor yesterday morning, he basically told me that he didn't think having an RAI treatment at this stage is a good idea. Since we would be essentially just treating a number (my TG level) without any other evidence of cancer, and since I'm young and my type of cancer is very slow-growing, he told us that he would prefer to wait and see what develops rather than give me a high dose of RAI without knowing if it would even be effective, especially since high RAI doses can have negative side effects in the long term.
He ordered a blood test and an ultrasound, and told us that their radiology department often finds things when previous scans haven't. So I had a blood test yesterday and an ultrasound this morning. The ultrasound did show two suspicious lymph nodes, and I had one of them biopsied right away. When I met with the doctor again this afternoon he told us that the biopsy was positive. Which means we have now found our culprit. It's a sneaky little node on the left side of my neck near my collarbone, right near my scar. Tricky little bastard.
One of the things the doctor explained was that because papillary thyroid cancer is so slow-growing, cancerous lymph nodes can take a long time to develop to a size that can be seen and/or treated. Yesterday he told us we should start thinking of my cancer as a chronic disease, rather than something that needs to be gotten rid of urgently like other cancers. I still don't know how I feel about the idea of having to go through this again and again for the rest of my life. I suppose it's better than having a bad long-term prognosis, but it also means I have to keep waiting around and that's pretty much my least favorite thing ever. Patience has never been a virtue that I have possessed.
Nevertheless, we have decided to wait for another few months or so before we take care of the aforementioned lymph node. Normally I would have it removed surgically, but since I just had surgery in April the doctor said he would prefer to wait at least a year before having another one. And I'm certainly not thrilled about going under the knife again so soon.
Also, Mayo has recently pioneered a procedure called alcohol ablation that they've been using to get rid of metastatic thyroid cancer lymph nodes in the neck. From what I understand, it involves using alcohol to blow up the cancerous lymph nodes rather than removing them surgically. Mayo is one of the only places in the country that does this procedure, and the doctor said he would talk to the radiology department about whether this is a possibility for me. If so, I'll probably come back to Mayo within the next six months or so and have that done.
No matter what, I probably won't have RAI again. At least not for a long time. The doctor said that lymph nodes usually don't respond well to radioactive iodine, and since mine didn't show up on the RAI scan last month it doesn't seem likely that they would be affected by an RAI treatment anyway. I'm pretty happy that I don't have to go through it again. All my other doctors have talked about how it's a magic bullet and it's super effective for thyroid cancer and blah blah blah, but I kind of think it sucks. At least when I'm going through it. So good riddance, RAI, LID, and all you other stupid un-fun acronyms.
Unfortunately that does mean I won't be radioactive again for some time. I might have to change my pen name. Any ideas? Thyroid Diva, maybe? Papillary Princess? Given that I've now had three biopsies in the past year I've been considering calling myself the Biopsy Queen. But maybe that one's not so good.
For now, I'm going to go back to my life, but I'll probably be back here in Rochester soon. And I will try to keep updating about cancer-related issues when they arise and/or whenever I actually have time to sit at my computer and write things.
Homeward Bound,
RG
9/23/2010
Minnesota Misadventures
Reader(s),
Radioactive Girl has arrived in Rochester. Unfortunately, I almost did not arrive at all. Last night's travels got pretty crazy. I'll explain:
My mother and I had tickets on a flight from O'Hare to Rochester that was supposed to leave at 7:30 pm last night. We were waiting at the gate, and at 7 pm, when we were supposed to start boarding, they told us we were going to be delayed another half hour. Okay, fine. Unfortunately, this kept happening every half hour until 9:30. Mom was checking the weather in Rochester and we knew there were some intense storms going on, so we assumed our flight would be delayed for a few hours. However, at 9:30 they told us that it was canceled.
The airport folks were telling everyone that they could switch to the flight leaving for Rochester at 7:40 this morning. My appointment with the Mayo endocrinologist was at 6:45. Via basic subtraction we can see how this is a problem. After berating and begging various O'Hare employees, my mother and I finally managed to get on a 10:30 pm flight to Minneapolis, which is only about an hour and a half north of Rochester.
At the Minneapolis airport we had to rent a car. It was around midnight by then, and there were several people in line ahead of us due to the canceled Rochester flight. My mom decided we should ask the man in front of us if he was going to Rochester and if we could ride with him and pay for half of the rental car. He agreed, so we set off for Rochester with our new friend Kyle. After an hour and a half trip in a monsoon-like rainstorm, we finally arrived at the hotel at 2 am.
Keep in mind, reader(s), that I had been asked to fast before my Mayo appointment, so I hadn't been able to eat anything since 7 pm. Needless to say, I was not in an awesome mood.
I got about three hours of sleep and then we headed to Mayo Clinic. Oh my golly, it is huge. And fancy. And full of people. Everything was very well organized, even though we did have to wait a long time to see my doctor. We didn't get back to the hotel until about noon, and then my mom and I finally got to sleep for awhile.
I'll discuss more details about my Mayo visit in another post tomorrow. I'm scheduled for an ultrasound and afterwards I'll know more about the direction I need to go as far as treatment is concerned. Stay tuned for more Mayo Mishaps and Minnesotan Misadventures, as well as more pointless alliterations.
Hearts, stars, and horseshoes,
RG
Radioactive Girl has arrived in Rochester. Unfortunately, I almost did not arrive at all. Last night's travels got pretty crazy. I'll explain:
My mother and I had tickets on a flight from O'Hare to Rochester that was supposed to leave at 7:30 pm last night. We were waiting at the gate, and at 7 pm, when we were supposed to start boarding, they told us we were going to be delayed another half hour. Okay, fine. Unfortunately, this kept happening every half hour until 9:30. Mom was checking the weather in Rochester and we knew there were some intense storms going on, so we assumed our flight would be delayed for a few hours. However, at 9:30 they told us that it was canceled.
The airport folks were telling everyone that they could switch to the flight leaving for Rochester at 7:40 this morning. My appointment with the Mayo endocrinologist was at 6:45. Via basic subtraction we can see how this is a problem. After berating and begging various O'Hare employees, my mother and I finally managed to get on a 10:30 pm flight to Minneapolis, which is only about an hour and a half north of Rochester.
At the Minneapolis airport we had to rent a car. It was around midnight by then, and there were several people in line ahead of us due to the canceled Rochester flight. My mom decided we should ask the man in front of us if he was going to Rochester and if we could ride with him and pay for half of the rental car. He agreed, so we set off for Rochester with our new friend Kyle. After an hour and a half trip in a monsoon-like rainstorm, we finally arrived at the hotel at 2 am.
Keep in mind, reader(s), that I had been asked to fast before my Mayo appointment, so I hadn't been able to eat anything since 7 pm. Needless to say, I was not in an awesome mood.
I got about three hours of sleep and then we headed to Mayo Clinic. Oh my golly, it is huge. And fancy. And full of people. Everything was very well organized, even though we did have to wait a long time to see my doctor. We didn't get back to the hotel until about noon, and then my mom and I finally got to sleep for awhile.
I'll discuss more details about my Mayo visit in another post tomorrow. I'm scheduled for an ultrasound and afterwards I'll know more about the direction I need to go as far as treatment is concerned. Stay tuned for more Mayo Mishaps and Minnesotan Misadventures, as well as more pointless alliterations.
Hearts, stars, and horseshoes,
RG
9/08/2010
Higher Education
Dear reader(s):
Apologies for the lack of updates lately. I have two excuses:
1. I am super crazy busy. Two jobs is two too many.
2. There isn't much to report. Mostly because all my time is spent at my two jobs and no one wants to hear what goes on at my jobs because it is boring. I could tell you, reader(s), about the nine and a half avocados I cut up last night during the salad rush, but do you care? No. I wouldn't care either if I didn't still smell like avocado.
Anyway, I thought I'd post since tonight is my first class as a graduate student, and being in a writing program makes me feel guilty for having neglected to write in this blog. Wish me luck and a sympathetic professor!
The only thing to report cancer-wise is that we set the date with Mayo Clinic. My appointment is the 23rd. And also I now have cancer patient street cred because I'm a Mayo patient. So anyone who didn't previously think my cancer was legit better quit frontin', yo. I'm for realz now, beeyotches.
Okay, class time now. More updates as I have more free time (yeah right).
Under-educated and overworked,
RG
Apologies for the lack of updates lately. I have two excuses:
1. I am super crazy busy. Two jobs is two too many.
2. There isn't much to report. Mostly because all my time is spent at my two jobs and no one wants to hear what goes on at my jobs because it is boring. I could tell you, reader(s), about the nine and a half avocados I cut up last night during the salad rush, but do you care? No. I wouldn't care either if I didn't still smell like avocado.
Anyway, I thought I'd post since tonight is my first class as a graduate student, and being in a writing program makes me feel guilty for having neglected to write in this blog. Wish me luck and a sympathetic professor!
The only thing to report cancer-wise is that we set the date with Mayo Clinic. My appointment is the 23rd. And also I now have cancer patient street cred because I'm a Mayo patient. So anyone who didn't previously think my cancer was legit better quit frontin', yo. I'm for realz now, beeyotches.
Okay, class time now. More updates as I have more free time (yeah right).
Under-educated and overworked,
RG
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