Fast forward to Friday. I drove back into Northwestern for my WBS, whole body scan for all of you non-medical people. I'm pretty sure I have an honorary degree in endocrinology at this point, so I know what's what. The scan itself was easy: I got to change into gorgeous hospital clothes, including some lovely non-slip socks, and lie down on a table for ninety minutes. I had a blanket that came straight from a warmer, and the technician tucked the blanket in all around my arms. I was like a snugly warm burrito, and I'm pretty sure I fell asleep, even with a large machine one inch from my face.
|I imagine I looked something like this.|
I felt very light and free driving home that day because I had made it through the worst of the week. That feeling went away as soon as I got a phone call from my endocrinologist. I wasn't even home yet, so I didn't think it was a good sign. I mean, she's not the kind of gal to just call to say hi, you know? Apparently, the WBS had gone well. Score! However, some rogue thyroid cells showed up. Boo! There is no way to determine if these cells are cancerous or not, so we have to get rid of them. You may be asking yourself how this will happen. I get to do the RAI once again! Double down, baby! Next time, the dose will be a full treatment dose instead of a small test dose. Once again, I'll get to hum some Imagine Dragons to myself. Get it, y'all? "Radioactive, radioactive..." Good stuff.
Anyhoo, that's the scoop. The first week of June, I'll do the whole injection/RAI/WBS dance again. I also get to do a low-iodine diet for a month before the next RAI as well as going off my Synthroid. The idea is to starve my cells of iodine so they gobble up all the RAI that will consequently take them all out. There's something really creepy about that if you stop to think about it. If you had any plans to stop by to say hi, I would say to avoid most of May and the beginning of June. I'll be tired from the lack of meds and glowing after the RAI.
Despite being terribly lonely for my family this week, it hasn't been all bad. I have done a lot of reading and even gotten some organizing done. Quite frankly, I'm humbled by all of the kind thoughts people have sent to me, and the kind things people have done for me. I thank you all so much for thinking of me! Lots of thanks have to go out to my parents for hosting 75% of the Wellses overnight as well as keeping them fed, entertained, and out of trouble. Mostly. Trevor has been incredibly supportive and patient, even sharing a twin bed with Dallas one night. But I'm counting the minutes until tomorrow afternoon when I can hug my family members again. I need, NEED, some super snuggle time, and I need it soon.
|Just because I miss them and they're so stinkin' cute.|
All in all, it wasn't the news I was hoping for, but I'm not discouraged. I'm über-confident that we can hunt down and kill all the straggler-cells that have felt the need to stick around. Too violent? Nah, just perfect, I think. Sorry, thyroid cells, but you're not welcome anymore. Be gone! Good day, cells. I said good day!