In some ways, papillary thyroid cancer is a “dream” cancer. When I see pictures of the ravages of radical mastectomy or the hair-free heads of chemo survivors, making complaint about my journey feels cowardly, self-important, and cheap. There are “real” cancer heroes out there — those who’ve beaten it, those who ultimately lost the battle, and those still neck-deep in the fight. Bona fide heroes.
I claim no such valor.
I live in a place and time in which this cancer is treatable and, in the vast majority of cases, beatable. I don’t have to lose an appendage in order to beat this cancer. Or even my hair. I lose a small, unseen — albeit important — organ that can be functionally replaced by daily medication.
Both the Endocrinologist who’s treating me and the Ear, Nose & Throat specialist who performed my thyroidectomy are excellent doctors: competent, compassionate and confidence-inspiring.
I have a great family and wonderful friends to cheer me on and support me. I serve a powerful God whose everlasting love is supported by His everlasting arms. I am very blessed and I know it.
But there are days, y’all.
Mostly Fridays, it seems.Continue Reading