The Tourist
Banned
As some of you know, several nodes were found on my wife's thyroid a few months ago while the doctors searched for the cause of her poor health and complaints.
More detailed scans after the injection of an isotope was not reassuring. They did a needle biopsy and found some aplastic cells, and some appeared follicular.
No one was saying cancer, but they did start quoting the odds. First there was only a 5% chance, then they upped it to 10%. After some poignant questions, they shrugged and admitted that 15% or more was a good solid figure.
Surgery was mandated, even the removal of three of the parathyroid glands was discussed. They spent some time with her explaining ablation.
I kept myself busy. Somehow the mutts sensed the tension and started throwing up.
After hours of surgery and a dreadful stay in recovery, the surgeon emerged and asked to see my sister-in-law and myself.
We were happy to hear that while wife was sicker than Bill Clinton's fantasies, the complete thyroid and been removed, and several frozen sectioned checked.
There is no cancer! All four of her parathyroids were saved! No ablation treatments will be required!
To those who prayed, my sincere and humble thanks. My wife is completely worn out, but is now resting comfortably. With luck, she might come home tomorrow afternoon, and begin nagging me full-force within a short interval.
The mutts are wolfing down peanut butter and I'm about to drop a tumbler of Patron into a Mountain Dew. I believe I will sleep very well tonight.
More detailed scans after the injection of an isotope was not reassuring. They did a needle biopsy and found some aplastic cells, and some appeared follicular.
No one was saying cancer, but they did start quoting the odds. First there was only a 5% chance, then they upped it to 10%. After some poignant questions, they shrugged and admitted that 15% or more was a good solid figure.
Surgery was mandated, even the removal of three of the parathyroid glands was discussed. They spent some time with her explaining ablation.
I kept myself busy. Somehow the mutts sensed the tension and started throwing up.
After hours of surgery and a dreadful stay in recovery, the surgeon emerged and asked to see my sister-in-law and myself.
We were happy to hear that while wife was sicker than Bill Clinton's fantasies, the complete thyroid and been removed, and several frozen sectioned checked.
There is no cancer! All four of her parathyroids were saved! No ablation treatments will be required!
To those who prayed, my sincere and humble thanks. My wife is completely worn out, but is now resting comfortably. With luck, she might come home tomorrow afternoon, and begin nagging me full-force within a short interval.
The mutts are wolfing down peanut butter and I'm about to drop a tumbler of Patron into a Mountain Dew. I believe I will sleep very well tonight.
For the next hour mindless typing is therapy. I even filled a sinkful of dishes.