|You should see the other guy...|
During the surgery, the left lobe of my thyroid was removed and sent to pathology. The initial results looked good; there was no invasion of bad cells. The sample was then sent off for a more thorough test and was to be returned within 48 hours. I spent Friday night in the hospital - ugh - and was able to go home Saturday late-morning. I felt pretty good, albeit hungry after a diet of beef broth and gelatin. I took a 3 hour nap (!) on Saturday afternoon, and by Sunday, I felt almost back to normal.
Monday and Tuesday came and went without any word from the doctor about the second pathology report. I started calling on Wednesday, and I finally got someone to call me back Thursday afternoon. Apparently the results were inconclusive and the sample was sent somewhere else for a second opinion. Okay. When I asked the nurse who called me what that meant, she said, "Well, inconclusive means the doctor couldn't make a determination one way or another from the sample." Gee, thanks for the vocabulary lesson. So now I wait until the second opinion comes back.
I think everyone else around me is far more freaked out about the inconclusive result than I am. I'm surprisingly Zen about the whole thing. I mean, there isn't anything I can do about it but wait. No matter what the new results are, everything is going to be fine. I figure that the universe wouldn't mess with me after it waited so long to send me my beautiful family and my beautiful life.
The only problem now, other than the waiting, is the fatigue. Holy cow, am I tired. And it's not just the kind of tired after missing a few nights of sleep. This is the kind of tired that makes me completely unable to function. I have headaches with the fatigue, and all I want to do is lie on the couch. That's not the kind of wife and mother I want to be.
I have an appointment with an endocrinologist, but I can't get in to see him for two weeks. I called my GP and basically begged to be seen, and I have an appointment with her today at noon. I can deal with a heck of a lot, but I can't deal with being so rundown that I can't interact with my family and friends. Keep your fingers crossed for me that we can find a solution to get me back to my former energy level.
I wouldn't have been able to do all of this without the support and help of my family and friends, especially Trevor, my parents, and Nicole. Knowing that I have people behind me and cheering me on is the best thing in the world. And thanks to all of you who have asked how I am and sent encouraging messages. You guys rock!!!!