Like Butter on a Bald Monkey...

If you’re wondering about the title…if you missed the joke, and just think I’ve lost my mind…rest assured: You’re probably right.

But seriously, I have a deep, deep love of classic VeggieTales. That line comes from the “Dance of the Cucumber” song, and is actually sung first in Spanish; it sounds even funnier in a foreign language.

All that aside, I’m actually just writing this as a “quick” update on the whole cancer thing. You know, even though thyroid cancer is the “good” cancer, there’s a surprising amount of stress that comes with that word being a part of your life. There’s really nothing that prepares you for it, at any time, at any age. It’s just a shock to the system that takes some time to acclimate to. You find yourself being very quickly swept into the vernacular of cancer…into the relentless questions and internet searches, into multiple doctors’ appointments (even for “good” cancer), and into the belief that this word is hanging over your head like the proverbial Sword of Damacles. It’s like a little (in my case), dark cloud that smacks you in the head with a stinging raindrop on a day that you’ve spent an hour fixing your hair. It’s an obnoxious pest that isn’t going away any time soon…After all, it will linger on in medical records for your entire life span. You’ll never be able to leave that box unchecked again.

Now, I’m quick to differentiate my case—the “good” cancer—because I’m not really allowed to be a basketcase/whinebag  in the grand scheme of things. I have a friend who’s sister-in-law (a single mom with two kids and no child support) who’s dealing with 3 different kinds of cancer at once. She has like, 75 radiation treatments (to my one) and chemo (to my none); she isn’t able to work; and the doctors are giving scary prognoses that I don’t even want to put into writing. She has a lot of potential, but she needs a miracle. She’s too sick to work, her hair has fallen out, and she’s still looking at surgery after all of that. THAT is the “bad” cancer.

The “good” cancer scares the crap out of you and inconveniences your life. It doesn’t kill you, and it really (after the initial shock) has little-to-no chance of killing you down the road (if you’re a good girl and regularly do your labs and take your medicine). It changes your life, sure…but not like what my friend is going through. Please understand that when I do complain, I have that in the back of my mind: I am so lucky. I don’t know why I’m so lucky, but I’m grateful.

That being said, I have my own issues. They’re doable, just annoying. My case is a bit odd; in fact, my PCP is sending me for a second opinion, because my treatment thus far is pretty laid back (which appears to be the standard? Who knows?). We knew at surgery that there was a good chance they didn’t get all of the cancer out. One month post-surgery, I did my one-shot radiation treatment; it’s a pill. Just a simple, little pill that contains enough radiation to stay in your body for MONTHS…it’s bizarre, that such a thing exists. My post-radiation body scan confirmed that nope, they didn’t get all of the cancer; cancer cells were spotted in the lymph nodes of my neck and chest. My initial fear was “oh, crap—more surgery? More radiation?”  Nope. According to my current radiation oncologist, the little radioactive pill I took contained enough radiation to slowly-but-surely kill those cells off over the course of the next few months. I have labs every 6 weeks (for the next 2 years, I believe) to make sure my TSH and my Thyroid Globulin levels drop; those levels will let my endocrinologist and oncologist know that the cancer isn’t staging a comeback tour.

Now that the cancer is “dealt” with, the next-and-biggest issue is the fact that I don’t have a thyroid. This is a much bigger problem than I ever knew. Dude, your thyroid is IMPORTANT. Take care of it!!!!!!!!  Dr. Oz says that 2 Brazil nuts/day contain enough Selenium to support proper thyroid function. Yeah—do that.  Your body will thank you. I’m on a medication that I just found out is causing my hair to fall out—MY HAIR. If you know me, you know my hair. My hair is its own entity. I love my hair—it’s a great, big, giant curly mess that took me years to learn to control, and it’s just a big part of my ever-shrinking self-esteem (this is not a pity party. This is just a statement. It’s a struggle). Having handfuls of my hair fall out every day has taught me that first of all, I have a LOT of hair. Secondly, it’s a daily reminder that it could be SO MUCH WORSE. It’s another of those things that’s seriously annoying, but nowhere near as bad as other people have it. It was a bit of a shock, when it first started happening (2 weeks ago); I knew it wasn’t from the radiation. I assumed it was from not having a thyroid anymore. Yesterday, I found out that it’s from the medication (T4) I’ve been on (that just got increased); I’m going to have to stay on it a little while longer, but my doctor is putting me on something else that combines T3 and T4, which should stop (and hopefully, reverse) the hair loss. I still think I need to cut it, but I will be so thankful when it stops!!!! 

I want this to be over. I want to be done with it, and I never want to hear that word, again. I’m sure anyone else who’s had cancer can relate (regardless of whether or not it’s a “good” or a “bad” cancer). I know people who are dealing with daily radiation, daily labs, daily “inconveniences,” and I am amazed by their strength and courage. I’m a giant pansy—this has taught me that. I have a lot to learn. I feel so guilty for the complaints that I’ve made, but I also don’t want to pretend that certain complaints aren’t valid. It’s a weird, uncomfortable, strange path to be on, and it’s very isolating. Family and friends are supportive, but this type of cancer is so odd that you feel like you’re on this island where nobody “gets” you. “Regular” cancer patients think you’re a wuss, but really, the sheer removal of the thyroid is insanely debilitating. Getting the medications regulated isn’t easy (I’m finding that out), and the side effects are widespread. Sure, this is the “good” cancer…but it seems to me that it’s a “bad” organ to have removed. I may look like I’m fine (minus the thinning hair) but the reality is that I’ve got a ways to go. That takes some getting used to, especially for the people closest to me that have had to pick up more slack than usual for some time now.

I am most definitely feeling better. My voice is coming back (although an upper respiratory infection has me sounding nasty right now), and my energy levels are picking up. I think I’m emotionally in a better place than I’ve been in for a while, and I feel like I’m coming back around. Frankly, I’m glad to see the end of this summer; although I’ve had a lot of fun with my little guy and my family, it’s been a roller coaster for all of us, I think.

I think I’m hoping for some smooth sailing…at least, for a bit…

Smooth….like butter on a bald monkey.:)