Goiter

Went to the thyroid doctor today. I was disappointed when she called it a goiter too. Damn. I was really hoping I could get out of there without having to acknowledge the word goiter. Of course, I would rather hear the word goiter than the word cancer, so I'll take what I can get and be grateful.

So, here's how an 80-year-old would report the doctor's visit in full detail: I have three nodules on each side - each one under a centimeter in size. They don't do biopsies on nodules that small. She looked at my sonogram and said nothing raises any red flags and that they all appear to contain fluid which is not indicative of malignancy. If the nodules were hard, she said she would try a biopsy, but they are all soft, so there is nothing to do but wait and keep an eye on it. I have to go back in six months and have another sonogram so they can monitor whether the nodules have any growth or start to indicate cancer.

And because I'm super awesome, I'm sharing a picture of my thyroid. No, no. No need to thank me.


Can you see it? Yeah, I can't see it either. Whatever. It just looks like a fuzzy tv screen to me. Some one adjust the antenna or something. Anyway, there are apparently three nodules on that picture, but it is beyond me. It reminds me of the doctors trying to identify my children's private parts in a sonogram. I was NEVER able to identify the parts. It's like one of those 3-D pictures made out of dots that you have to stare at until your eyes contort and an image pops out at you. I soooo can't see anything.


Good luck with both pictures. Hope you're having a fantastic day. Make sure you make a toast to my goiter tonight!