Alliterative titles: cutting edge or passe?
First weaning–it’s been rocky, people, but I think I have found the solution: Chocolate. A couple of mornings ago, Eleanor was crying, begging to nurse. I almost started crying myself. But then my wise, sweet husband rescued me by offering Eleanor a precious treasure: A Thin Mint Girl Scout cookie. She took it and was fine. So now, when she is asking to nurse, I offer her a piece of chocolate instead, and it is getting us over the hump. She is asking less.
Whining–well, we can save that for later…
Well-wishes. I have the very, very best friends and family–including my family in Christ–in the world. I have gotten some of the sweetest cards. The food offerings have been amazing. A sweet sister called me on Monday with an offer to order pizza for our family. I told her I had “canceled” the rest of our meal list because I was doing so well and knew I would need help again after my second surgery. She said, “Well, I’d like to help you out now and later too.” So Monday night we had pizza.
Ok, this doesn’t fit into my neat, alliterative title, but the mom of the two boys down the street with whom Silas and Elliot play almost daily came to the door yesterday to pick up one of her sons. We don’t meet face-to-face very often–our boys usually just run up and down the street to visit with each other, and A (the mom) and I text or talk by phone as needed. So she hadn’t seen me since all this thyroid business started. She saw the bandage on my neck (actually a scar-reducing patch) and asked me what was going on. I saw she had a scar on her neck too. Because she had thyroid cancer about a year ago. Same process as me–lobectomy, completion thyroidectomy, then RAI (which I’m hoping will NOT be part of my process) and is now on thyroid replacement. She sees Dr. S, whom my friend S recommended to me. I may have to still look him up, but I am going to give Dr. G a chance as my “manager” first. It’s just one more of those “out of the woodwork” experiences for me. (There’s the alliteration I missed–Woodwork!)
Ok, now the whining. As always, feel free to skip the rest of this post if you don’t want to hear me complain. I will never know the difference! :)
I don’t want to lose my thyroid. It freaks me out. I don’t want to deal with the process of trying to adjust my meds so that I feel right. I don’t want to be dependent upon a drug manufacturer for my life. I know that this is what we need to do. I’ve read enough stories over on the Thyca boards to know that even Papillary Carcinoma can spread and grow and make my life awful, and it’s better to get the whole thyroid out and pray no lymph nodes are affected yet.
But I do. not. want. to. depend. on. a. drug. for. my. life.
I am just going to have to get over it. But I don’t know how. May the Lord help me overcome my anxiety. I just have to remember that this life is not what it’s all about.