- I don’t have to be brave.
- I don’t have to be strong.
- I am not alone.
- I can be honest.
- I can be myself.
- I can scream.
- I can yell.
- I can cry.
- I can be scared.
- I can be myself. Truly and authentically me.
I am having another fine-needle biopsy this Friday. Again. On my neck. Where I am not supposed to have a thyroid. I road this route in 2003 and 2006; I am supposed to be done. So what the hell is going on? I’m pissed this is still going on. Next month will be an entire year dealing with this thyroid “regrowth” and between dumb-ass insurance companies dicking me around, making me jump through additional UNNECESSARY hoops, etc. etc. I still don’t have an answer as to what the freak is growing in my thyroid bed.
The system is vehemently broken, as I’ve said before. And, I will say it again and again.
(Is it odd that I want it to be cancer or suspicious enough that they can just take “it” out?)
Give me another damn surgery so I don’t have to be worrying about thyroid cancer regrowth.
But guess what.
When you get a diagnosis of Cowden Syndrome worry comes with territory.
In these last 8 years I have learned that Cowden Syndrome equals worry. There’s no way around it.
Click here to see the shirt I created for just this exact moment. Ironically enough, I created this when I was denied disability. Yet how appropriate is it for me today!