So, this past week (Wednesday) I had thyroid surgery. The day was a success. The facility was incredible and the surgeon is literally a God send (thank you again Shanna). God literally put everything in place so our paths would cross – stay tuned later this week for the ‘how’ of it all.
The surgeon did a total thyroid removal stating it was a bit more difficult than normal due to the fact that my thyroid was as hard as a rock and there was some pretty extensive damage. She also stated that it could have probably and needed to be removed TEN years ago! Ten years ago? As I laid there in bed, I tried to wrap my drug-induced foggy brain around where in the world was I ten years ago! What was I doing? Was I experiencing health issues?
Of course, I spent part of the ride home ( yes, they let me out Wednesday because I was a good patient and went potty and ate my mashed potatoes) pissed off thinking that all this pain and suffering could have been avoided. But could it have been? The more I read about thyroid disorders and Hashimoto’s Disease, I should consider myself quite fortunate that “they” finally figured out what was wrong. In the two weeks since going public with the diagnosis and pending course of treatment, at least a dozen women have come to me with their tales, concerns, and questions. It is astonishing – and disheartening – at the number of women struggling with health issues (related to thyroid, auto-immune, and otherwise). I’ve checked out a stack of books from the UNT library and am beginning my own little research project.
Good news is: the thyroid is gone. I started thyroid replacement therapy (pills) on Thursday. The surgeon said I would feel like poo for a couple of weeks (okay, what’s new about this?), then by the end of four weeks, I should definitely feel a difference, and it would take six weeks to rid my body of the all the toxins built up from my body fighting itself. Next week, I will have the biopsy results and know that it will all be good! I’ve got an awesome little incision, some great pain meds, one happy daughter knowing she’ll be getting her Mom back, and a new lease on life!
In the hurry to get ready for surgery (including getting a 1,000 billion things done at work), I completely forgot about the artist reception for the “On My Own Time” exhibit to be held Thursday, August 8, 2013. Needless to say, I didn’t go. I thought about it. For two fleeting moments. And then parked my drugged behind back on the couch. Remember those photos you all helped select for the juried show? Well guess what?
Yep! The “Gypsy Woman” was awarded first place in the black and white photography category! I nearly wet myself when my phone buzzed alerting me that I’d been tagged in a photo on Facebook. A coworker/friend had gone to the reception and kindly accepted the award for me and tagged me in the photo! I have to pick up my prints August 15th, only to return ‘Gypsy Woman’ in September as she will be traveling to the Regional OMOT Show in Dallas! Yes my friends, Dallas! There is a reception on September 15 for the Regional OMOT show at NorthPark Center (6:30 p.m. – 8 p.m.) for any of you who are interested in attending and keeping me company! So, a big shout out and THANK YOU for your help in selecting the pieces for this show! <3
I can only type for so long before the carpel tunnel pain returns, so I’m out of here for a bit. In the coming weeks, I’ll be posting more about thyroid disease, Hoshimoto’s, art, food, life, and travel, so stay tuned!
P.S. A SUPER big thank you to a few select people who wish to remain unnamed. Thank you for everything, especially the hand-holding and patience.