Today was the day.
The day that I have been stressing about for the last couple of weeks.
Just to clarify...I'm alive. I'm not sure what I was expecting, as fear took hold and rendered me senseless...not to mention left me crying like a 2 year old who had lost her dolly.
Anyway, I survived.
The doctor who performed the biopsy knew of my anxiety, so he highly suggested a couple of anti-anxiety pills. Because he has so many more years of doctorin' experience than me, I took him up on his very generous offer.
Let me just tell you, there is a reason that I have never done drugs.
I'm a control freak.
And a wuss, hence the reason for the drugs.
While I don't have any official results to share yet, I can tell you that the doctor does not think the masses in my thyroid are cancerous. As a "betting man" (according to the doctor), he's pretty sure that my official diagnosis will be Hashimoto's disease. And he doesn't think I need to start any medication yet as my thyroid is still producing enough hormone on its own. The only residual effects of the biopsy is a very sore neck, and a Xanax hangover that I'm sure a good night's sleep will rectify.
Currently, I am being pampered by my family, loved on by my granddaughters, and enjoying the comfort of my very own recliner.
And to make this lovely little mini-vacation last a little longer, I've thrown in a limp for good measure.
But let's just keep that between us, shall we?☺
I want to send a big THANK YOU for all the prayers, encouragement, and well-wishes. It has meant more to me than words could ever express.