Well Im home. Got there at 9 AM and never got out until 2:30 pm. Oh not because it took that long, but because in the words of EVERY FREAKING NURSE AND DOCTOR THERE, Weve never seen this happen before. Never! The never was all the patients before me that were waiting had their doctors calling ordering extra procedures. Which put everyone behind, big time. They said this never happens on a Friday especially. I told them, Welcome to my life. Sorry I spilled some of it on you! They laughed their heads off :) The staff was SPECTACULAR. They were so upset I had to wait so long, especially being diabetic and not eating, that one of them actually went out and got me a $10 gift card to Subway thats in the hospital :) Now THATS caring! So they finally wheel me in and it became Cirque de Carol. They had to tape me down to the bed. Actually, they had to TAPE DOWN MY BOOBAGE. Yeah, it was getting in the way. So they taped me from my chest, crossways, twice, to the arms of the gurney. I asked them to take a picture because Ed would find this to be the funniest thing ever, but nobody had their phone on them :) Again, they laughed their asses off. It is my experience that keeping the people who have sharp pointy objects pointed at your throat happy is the best course of action :) So then he does his own ultrasound. He stated the one from the other hospital was so poor he wasnt sure where the nodules were. So he does it. Then he stops and gets serious with me. He told me he clearly saw the two nodules now, the one was solid with well defined borders (good thing) but the other, erratic shape and no defined borders (bad thing, really bad thing). He said Id been through so much today he was going to biopsy the one (bad thing) and if it came back clear THEN hed do the other, but he didnt want to keep sticking me. Then he had to clear that with the pathologist, who I nicknamed Dr. Cranky Pants, who was not having any of it until he made him aware of the family history or thyroid cancer. Cranky Pants gave him the okay, begrudgingly. The reason I wanted to be a thorn in Cranky Pants side or Dr. Chuckle Bucket as I ended up finally calling him, was because my nurse had told me earlier that the doc I had was the best, she would trust her mother with him, and he was fun and made you laugh, unless the pathologist was there, then he (the path) was a serious downer. Wave a red flag in front of me why dont you??? :) Dr. Bailey, the radiologist took pity on me and lidocained my butt up. The worse pain I had during the whole thing was when they took the tape off my chest! So after 6 passes and the biopsy needle getting bigger, we finally got enough samples for Crank Pants Chuckle Bucket. I know because on #6 I yelled out, Hey Dr. Cranky Pants have you gotten a good enough sample yet or do you just want him to keep going until he sucks the whole nodule out? The nurses and Dr. Bailey about peed themselves. My one nurse, John, leaned over laughing and whispered Youre going to get all our asses fired Thats when I pulled out Dr. Chuckle Bucket which actually made the one nurse leave the area :) Remember when I said hed only do the one if there was a problem? Yeah. Significant suspicious cells with cancerous characteristics. Oh they didnt tell me that. I HEARD them. I looked up at my nurse John and said, Do they know I can hear them? He got this very concerned look and I said, Dont worry John, its okay. I know it means cancer. He looked at me and actually teared up and said, Im so sorry Carol. I told him dont worry about it, at least I got something curable! Then the doc came over and said, You know a lot more than we do dont you? and hugged me. Cripe before I left they all freaking hugged me and thanked me for being such a great patient in spite of the circumstances. Oh and for making them LOL and having two new nicknames for the pathologist :) So, on Wed at 3:30 I go to the doc, find out exactly what type of thyroid cancer it is, and yes folks there are more than one, and move on and up from there. I REFUSE to call it the Big C. Its the little c nothing more than a pain in the ass and an interference in my life for maybe a year, but Im JERSEY DAMMIT as my beloved niece Stephanie Marshall keeps reminding me, and we dont give in :)
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 22:34:49 +0000
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