<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Fear the Drum Major]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://fearthedrummajor.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[DrumMajorKev]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://fearthedrummajor.wordpress.com/author/drummajorkev/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[10 years]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s hard to believe it has been 10 years but this week it has.<br />
Way back in August of 2002 besides going on our very first cruise and deciding we love it, the end of the summer held some other surprises for us. After a few months and a few doctors, I was diagnosed with Thyroid Cancer or as they refer to it, Papillary Thyroid Carcinoma. From diagnosis to surgery took a matter of less than a month.<br />
Sept 16, 2002 I had my very first ever surgery. Having to be at the hospital at 6:30 AM was not enjoyable. Can&#8217;t really say any of that day was enjoyable. I don&#8217;t recall much between walking into the operating room and laying down on the table, and slowly waking up in recovery. I DO however remember very vividly the &#8220;gurney pusher&#8221;, whom I swear was her first time ever wheeling one of those around, slamming my gurney into at a minimum 3 walls and 1 elevator. Needless to say the combination of coming out of the anesthesia and the wall bashing, I lost what little was floating around inside me. Keep in mind the surgery was on my throat. I had stitches and a drain coming out of the incision, which was pinned to my hospital gown.</p>
<p>Dinner finally arrived, I took one look and nearly lost it again. I couldn&#8217;t understand why my plate was covered in what I believe to have been meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Whoever placed that order must have forgot In had just had surgery on my neck. So I did the best thing I knew to do, I called my mom (since the hubby was in class that night) and asked her to bring me a chocolate milkshake for dinner. I knew that would go down easy.</p>
<p>3 weeks after my surgery I was scheduled for an overnight hospital stay in order to have a Radioactive Iodine treatment to be sure no stray pieces of thyroid remained in my neck, or other strange areas of my body. It&#8217;s true they claim there could have been a piece in my big toe! After this overnight I had to spend the next week sleeping on the couch and peeing sitting down. The radiation half life was about a week, and it worked it&#8217;s way out of my body and could have been in my sweat and other liquids.</p>
<p>I was released the next day, and sent home with an appointment to see an endocrinologist within the next couple days. The first one I saw didn&#8217;t sit well with me after the first appointment so I called the office to register my dissatisfaction and made my follow up with a different doctor in the practice. To this day I have been extremely happy with him, aside from the fact I have seen him at least 1-2 times a year for the last 10 years. One day he promises to push off seeing me to once every 3 years. I will believe it when I see it.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s been an interesting road these past 10 years.  The first 5 years included multiple medication dosage changes, and a week long follow up process of Dr. visits, hospital visits, radioactive iodine pills, and full body scans. Do I complain about seeing Dr S every year, yeah I do. Am I REALLY upset about it, no I&#8217;m not. I know I am getting the follow up and attention I deserve to get. Plus Dr S is pretty handsome so&#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p>So yeah 10 years. Seems so long ago&#8230;&#8230;</p>
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