Yeah, the thyroid ultrasound test. The thyroid is a teeny tiny rice-sized grain of something, I don’t know what, at the base of your throat. You have to throw your head way back so the ultrasound gizmo can even find the little thyroid. So, mine seems to have nodules. And one of them is “suspicious.” This is a diagnostic term that makes my skin crawl. I’ve had “suspicious squamus cells” before. Suspicious raises the eyebrows of lab techs and they love to scrutinize those suspicious cells and find things. Like cancer/JeanieSpokane. More here.
Question: When is the last time you heard news in a doctor’s office that made you swallow hard?
Cabbage Boy on February 12 at 3:46 p.m.
“When is the last time you heard news in a doctor’s office that made you swallow hard?”
I have heard things in the doc’s office that made me cough… :)
But seriously, ugh. How many times have we been there. The worst is when one little visit spins a life out of control. Each visit to a different specialist begetting another visit somewhere else. And by the time 4 visits in half a week have gone by, life is changed forever.
I usually have the optimistic outlook. I ignore all the negative doubts the doctors tend to sow. I function better without all the worry, but it does make it harder when the worst comes to pass.
Hope all is okay there Jeanie.
Sisyphus on February 12 at 3:50 p.m.
Jeannie’s got me checking mine now.
Cindy_H on February 12 at 3:53 p.m.
Nine years ago. I went to the doctor’s office to pick up a refill on my birth control pills. Found out I was pregnant, instead. 99.9% effective. Yeah. Right.
Stickman on February 12 at 4:13 p.m.
Good thoughts will be coming your way tonight Jeanie from my carport, from music and candles to peace and quiet and hopes you are just fine.
JeanieSpokane on February 12 at 4:23 p.m.
Stickman! How sweet of you to comment. I’ll take those good thoughts and put them with my “five smooth stones” you gave me, with my Magic Walking Stick.
brandxranch on February 13 at 9:03 a.m.
Many years ago, my daughter was hospitalized with problems resulting from a severe head injury that she had sustained as a two year old at the hands of her biological parents. The Neurologist came into her room and told us that her future was compromised because she had “squash rot”. I was furious and told him so…. didn’t Medicine have a multisyllible word or phrase that would tell us in a kinder way?? Didn’t he understand that this was my child that he was talking about?? Experiences like this (unfortunately, I have more) helped direct me into Medicine, where I am so aware of the anxiety and pain that my words might bring when the news isn’t the best.
We are all with you, Jeanie, surrounding you with love and happy thoughts… the best medicines of all.
toadman on February 13 at 9:10 a.m.
“When is the last time you heard news in a doctor’s office that made you swallow hard?”
When I heard I had to have an endoscopy, I swallowed, hard.
;-)
But seriously, best of luck to you Jeanie.