First off, does anyone know how to get rid of moles the nontraditional way?
Not that kind of Mole, although imagine if that thing was in your yard-scary!
I'm talking moles on skin. You know the type, molie molie molies?
Yeah, should be fun, but necessary due to the suspicious nature of them all. Thankfully not any on my face, but still, it will involve multiple shots, digging and skinning, whoo hoo!
Then on Wednesday, Wednesday is the day that I see a specialist. As of Wednesday I will be in Chapter three of my medical story that started that night when my doctor thought I had a blood clot and ordered a cat scan. Again, glad that he thought I had a blood clot, had he not, well, then there wouldn't have been a need for a cat scan and nor would they have discovered what they discovered.
Yes, they found a "thing" on my lung called a calcified granuloma, but it's nothing to worry about and quite frankly I am okay with it being there. Yes, at first I was intimidated by the thought of some thing, some type of scar tissue all chilled and like milky, hanging out on my lung, but I'm okay with it now. Why? Well, time first of all, and because I've done enough "research" (GOOGLE!) and had enough reassurance from my doctors office that this is not something to be concerned with, yes they will watch it to make sure there isn't a change in size, but nothing is screaming out concern.
They also found a nodule on my thyroid measuring 11mm. On my right lobe of my thyroid (does everyone know where their thyroid is? It's located above the indentation of where your collarbone meets at your neck, underneath your voice box) is a nodule. Big deal, right?
My doctor's office thought it was something that we should look into further and therefore ordered an thyroid ultrasound at the hospital-remember, when Bob Marley came into the mind? Yeah, that night.
The test was conducted Monday evening on Columbus day, two weeks after they had discovered the nodule from my Cat Scan (ON ROSH HASHANAH), and by Wednesday morning I had received the phone call from my doctors office with the results.
Waiting for results as minor as it all may (and IS) be is torture, and when I found out that the results would be sent to my doctors office in twelve hours I was chomping at the bit all day on Tuesday waiting for them to call me. They didn't call Tuesday because my doctor is off every Tuesday.
This would be another one of those times between Him and I in a lesson of failed patience that's all.
So, they called on Wednesday morning with the results. They discovered from the ultrasound that I have two nodules, one on my right lobe and one on my left lobe. The one on my left lobe that they discovered from the ultrasound test is only measuring at 5mm, but the one on my right lobe had grown to 16mm and is beginning to infringe upon my trachea. So they've instructed me to see a Thyroid specialist as I will be doing with Brian along side of me on Wednesday at 3:45pm.
I've had some weak moments privately, with myself and with my husband, but all in all, it's not like they're telling me I have cancer. They're not telling me any bad news, more so news that must be tended to. Like when you have chronic strep throats and you're advised to see a specialist to discuss removing your tonsils.
Does it interfere with things? Certainly! Do I kick myself for telling Brian that I was concerned we wouldn't be able to use up the remaining balance in our Flexible Spending Account benefit? That I'd have to go to our local drug store and load up on $500's worth of qualified over the counter cold medicines, pregnancy tests, Yeast cream and Tylenol? However, if that's my only type of bad luck, I'm taking it. We have insurance, we have some money remaining in our FSA and it is the type were you have to use it or lose it, so we'll be using it all up and most likely incur our own out of pocket after tax invoices, but again, I'll take that bad luck, because it could be far worse.
So that's what's been going on within the Crusty body of Crustybeef. I'm still moving, I still get annoyed with my boys, I still have nights where I'm "not in the mood," I still wish for a vacation away, a night or two or three off, long afternoon naps for my boys, opportunities to just sit in front of my computer monitor and browse and surf and finish up my notes to Santa for our boys...
...if only I could get all my pictures in order, off of the hard drive, out of the boxes and placed in perfect chronological order in beautiful pretty girly albums.
Rome wasn't built in a day, but I do have an appointment scheduled for a family picture of the 5 of us and then an individual shot of Sullivan (last one was 2 years old and he's 4) as well as one for Benjamin (last one was his two day old picture and he's 2 YEARS OLD). Rome wasn't built in a day, but the foundation is being laid out and the dreams of what it will be when completed are still there.
It could be worse!! Still, it's nice to know that people are praying for you, there's a comfort to that--something my mom and sisters reminded me of when I wasn't sure I'd mention anything to those that mean the most to me.
P.S. These thyroid nodules are very common, so common that EVEN Rod Stewart had them.... just thought I'd mention that.