I've detailed this journey from the time of my thyroidectomy forward, but I've never written down what happened BEFORE surgery... how we got to that point. The story doesn't yet have an ending, but I realize now that it doesn't have a beginning either, so I might as well document that, too.
Mother's Day, 2015: The beginning.
It wasn't a big deal, really. I was sitting at the dining room table, reading a blog on the computer, and I put my hand to my throat to rest my head. My left hand, cradling my neck, and holding up my jaw. That was it.
I felt a lump. Not a bump. But like a big, swollen, hard lump in the right side of my neck, several inches long, and a few inches wide. Which was weird, and something I had never noticed before. What was
this? I went into the bathroom, where my husband was in the shower. I looked in the mirror, and now I could see it plainly. Why had I not noticed the enormous lump on the front of my neck before? I asked Rob in the shower (he was thrilled to be interrupted) if he could see it. "No. It's in your head." I grabbed his hand and put it on the lump. Feel that? I remember that he said "I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling here." That big lump! Right in the front of my neck, on the right hand side, resting against my windpipe! It's definitely there. He shrugged, and told me that it kind of grossed him out. He didn't want to be feeling any lumps. Weird.
Mother's day was on a Sunday, and later that week, I decided to make an appointment with my doctor to check things out. Which again, is an unusual move for me, since I despise going to the doctor, and rarely go if I can help it. My doctor was a lovely lady, and very kind... but I still didn't like going to see her. I hadn't been to the doctor in three years, since the year of my 40th birthday. But, given that my Dad had had thyroid cancer, I thought it a good idea to check out this lump on my neck. And that's what I told her. "I'm sure it's nothing, but my Dad had thyroid cancer, so I thought I would have you check it out, just to be on the safe side." And my doctor felt the lump that my husband couldn't, and ordered an ultrasound.
The ultrasound found an enormous, 3 cm x 3 cm x 4.2 cm "solid lesion with heterogenous pattern and vascularity" on the right lobe of the thyroid, and three smaller but solid nodules on the left lobe. The radiologist recommended a fine needle aspiration biopsy of the largest lesion, to rule out cancer. That wasn't the news I wanted to hear. But by all means, please stick a needle in my throat, and find out whether or not I DO have cancer, because that's a pretty important thing to know!
In the meantime, and I swear this is true but no one but my primary care physician ever believed me... it felt like that stinking thing was getting bigger. And I began have troubles swallowing - like something was stuck in my throat. I remember when I went in for the biopsy, I asked the radiologist that question... "can this thing interfere with my swallow? Because something is making it hard to swallow." And I told him that it honestly felt like it was getting BIGGER. "These things don't grow that fast" he told me. But it sure
felt like it. And it wasn't just in my head.
The biopsy is kind of a gruesome process, whereby the pathologist does an ultrasound of the neck, locates the target, and then repeatedly stabs a needle into the throat. Like 6-8 times in a row. Stab stab stab. Luckily, I have a high pain tolerance, because the thought of being stabbed in the throat is kind of freaky. Waiting for the pathology report after the fine needle aspiration was
painful and seemed to take forever. WHY does it take so long to look at a slide of cells???? One benefit to working at the hospital, though, is that you get to know people. And I just happened to know the reading pathologist, Dr. Kotov. He was someone I had interacted with on many occasions, and when he saw my name on the sample that came through, he called me directly with the results.
"Who did your FNA?" I remember him asking. I told him the doctor's name. "Well, I hate to say this, but he's not good at doing these things. There were so few cells in the specimen that it's essentially non-diagnostic. But I'm sure you probably don't have cancer." UHHHH. What was I supposed to do with THAT information??? I made another appointment with my primary care physician, to discuss next steps.
Meanwhile, my swallowing continued to worsen, and I would have trouble breathing on occasion. Plus, I began having a chronically sore throat. WAS the stupid thing getting bigger? Because I was feeling worse and worse! I brought all this up to my primary care doctor, who blessedly
listened to me, rather than assuming everything was in my head. She sent me to another ultrasound, and scheduled at CT scan. Apparently, the thing had NOT grown like I feared, but it was pushing against my esophagus and trachea, displacing them laterally. And my thyroid, which was
supposed to be just in the front of my neck, was firmly resting on my spine. So yes. That might cause a few symptoms. She agreed to send me to the Marshfield Clinic to see an endocrinologist for follow up, but it would take a few months before I could get in.
Fast forward to July of 2015. I drove to Marshfield, WI to meet with the endocrinologist. He looked at my ultrasound, looked at my CT scan, looked at my lab results, and determined from this that I was "fine", and that I could not be having any problems swallowing or breathing, because... my thyroid hormone levels were normal. But I WAS having problems swallowing and breathing, regardless of hormone levels. By this time, I had trouble even talking without coughing, and my throat was
killing me. In 30 seconds, he had concluded that, although I had a big goiter, it was probably nothing, not nearly as big as some he had seen, and essentially told me to go about my life, and deal with it. After 2 minutes, he got up to dismiss me. And I got MAD. "I just waited two months to get in to see you, and four hours one way to get here. I am telling you that I have a chronically sore throat, am choking on food, and am miserable. It HAS to be because of this golf ball in my neck pressing against those structures. You need to DO SOMETHING." He looked at me for a second, and said "well, your biopsy was inconclusive. I could retest that." YES, I told him. Do THAT. At least that's something to make my drive here worthwhile. So, I laid down, and he did some more stab stab stabbing into my throat.
Later in July, we took a trip out west to visit my family. I remember that I was
miserable all the way there. My throat was so chronically sore, I was literally guzzling Pepto Bismal the entire day, just to coat my throat. I would choke when I ate. I could only tolerate eating soft stuff. It was NOT fun at all. While there, I did get a call from Marshfield Clinic that my biopsy results came back negative for cancer, and that was good news. But what the heck was this sore throat from, then??? WHY was I having trouble swallowing?
My best friend from childhood, Rene, worked for an ENT. How fortuitous was that? A GOOD ENT who actually listened to her patients, and Rene got me an appointment with her ASAP. The moment I started talking, she began nodding her head. She knew what was happening, but wanted to do a scope to make sure. So she numbed my nostrils and throat, and stuck a camera down my nose to catch a glimpse. Sure enough, my esophagus was red, irritated and swollen. She quickly diagnosed "silent GERD". Apparently, the goiter was pushing on the esophagus, causing the sphincter that closes off the stomach to not close
all the way. And acid was rushing up to the back of my throat, even though I felt absolutely no stomach pain whatsoever. My misery was due to reflux. And reflux is treatable! She put me on reflux medication immediately, and within hours I was starting to feel better. THANK GOODNESS.
My primary doctor had referred me to a local ENT to monitor my goiter at regular intervals. I was still having periodic problems with swallowing, but things were largely under control, and I felt much better about having a big lumpy neck. I had one major episode of reflux in April of 2016, so bad that I ended up in the emergency room and could not eat anything but white rice for an entire month, but that eventually got better. So I let things go for over a year. At my one year ultrasound follow up, the local ENT told me that whenever I wanted, he would take the goiter out for me. Things seemed relatively stable - no rush or big deal. But if it got to be a problem, say the word... he'd take it out. This was in July of 2016. And I thought about it, and thought I'd probably be fine leaving it in, but then he said something else. He said "you know, we didn't biopsy all those nodules, and you've got a lot of them in there. If it was
my wife with a multinodular goiter like that, and a family history of thyroid cancer... I'd take it out, just to be safe." That got me thinking. Hmmmm.
My primary doctor left her practice sometime around this time, and I found a new primary, who I liked just as well. I asked for her opinion as to whether I should have the goiter removed . I mean... why mess with my metabolism hormones if I didn't have to? I had heard horror stories of people having a hard time adjusting levels after a thyroidectomy, and gaining all kinds of weight (superficial, shallow me). I did NOT want to get fat, if I could control this thing through medication and not have to go through surgery. The thought of having to take synthetic thyroid hormone for the rest of my life was also concerning. My thyroid was working just fine... it was just enormous and really lumpy. But she assured me that most people do really well after a total thyroidectomy, have no problems at all adjusting their levels afterward, and some even felt better. This was true... I had a girlfriend who had had a thyroidectomy a few years earlier, and she insisted that she felt light years better afterwards, and told me not to be afraid. OK. Well then. I scheduled the surgery for December, at a time when it would be convenient for my work schedule, and so my parents would come for Christmas ;). No rush. No big deal. Just time to deal with a chronically annoying problem.
What happened next, I've documented thoroughly throughout this blog, starting
here.
One thing I've realized repeatedly in hind-sight. If that right lobe nodule had not been SO big, and SO annoying, causing SO many problems... I would've never had surgery to remove my thyroid. And if I hadn't ever had surgery, they would've never found out that I actually DID have thyroid cancer… but not in that big right nodule they were all worried about. The cancer was in those smaller nodules in the
left lobe. The side they never bothered to biopsy. And as much as a roller coaster as it has been these past two years, I can't imagine how horrible things would be at this moment if we never HAD discovered the cancer. Even after surgery and radiation, and suppression... this stuff has spread and thrived. Can you imagine what a heyday it would've had if we hadn't been fighting AT ALL in the subsequent years? I feel that annoying right nodule and the sore throat it caused me pretty much saved my life. Which is pretty humbling to think about. I don't for a minute feel that that was an accident.
Thank you, Lord, for annoying lumps and sore throats.
So there's the beginning of the saga, in my typical, over-wordy fashion. Documented for posterity.
I'm ready to write the end of the saga. More than ready!