I got a “chemo ninja” t-shirt like this one when I was recovering from thyroid cancer. Think I’m gonna need a new one after they remove part of my digestive system in about ten days.
This is a note that I originally posted here in 2014:
I learned yesterday that my endocrinologist wants me to take a dose of radioactive iodine in about two weeks as a followup treatment for the total thyroidectomy surgery I had two weeks ago. I did some research before and after my meeting with her, and was surprised/amazed to read things like this.
From my endocrinologist (May, 2018), “For people with a history of thyroid cancer, keep the TSH level in a range of 0.1 to 0.5.”
My previous dose was too high, and my TSH level was basically 0.0 (which I could tell because my heart was racing), but by reducing the synthroid/levothyroxine dosage, it’s now in that range once again.
For anyone interested in the radioactive iodine treatment instructions I received from the hospital back in 2014 (for the post-surgical treatment of thyroid cancer), here you go. I appreciate that the last four words are, “if you should die.”
After a routine phone blood test I got an unexpected phone call from a doctor last night. You know, that phone call you never want to get from a doctor. That one.
A few people I’ve talked to recently who have (or had) cancer told me they can clearly remember the moment when their doctor told them that they had cancer.
In my case I do remember the conversation with the doctor, but that was more of a formality. When I picked up the phone to talk to her, I already had a pad of paper and a pencil in hand, and I was ready to write down the details she was going to tell me. Because in my case I was pretty certain that I had cancer when I saw the ultrasound results a few days earlier.
Before the thyroid cancer and radiation treatment I could bench press the entire stack of weights. Today I can only do the amount shown. All I can say is that you do what you can do on any given day, and try and hope to keep getting better every day.
(Originaly posted on July 21, 2014.)
I went to the ER one day late last year with severe chest pain. I exercise a lot and had been eating well, so I didn’t think I was having a heart attack, but the pain just kept getting worse, so off I went.