Uncertain, but I claim round one on points. I was in the depths of despair, the highest highs, but stayed with the plan:
Make decisions quickly and aggressively after reviewing the facts. Assume that I was cured and healed at each junction of waiting, Proceed pragmatically through the steps.
The last scan completed, my body dissected electronically and magically reassembled on the computer screen. It shows dark where expected, and no outliers, tumors, unexpected danger.
Once home, I popped a synthroid ( replacement thyroid hormone ) and within an hour my swollen, sore tongue,is quick and nimble.
I am left with the scar, that angry four inch curve at the base of my neck. Unlike all my other scars which make me laugh, for they boast of strength or recklessness, this one labels me tainted.
Perhaps someday it will label me a survivor.
Well the last of the requirements are finished. All set for the operation. The CT scan was very quick, the tech had advised me that I would feel warmth, and might feel like I needed to urinate, but when he opened the line with the iodine, my body interpreted the warmth as though I had just peed my pants. Good thing he warned me.
Afterwards ask them to see the images, it is amazing to see the three dimensional image of your body appear before you, and look from the inside out.
That’s it for 2011, may your 2012 be on of healing, growth and joy. Declare your dreams, write them down, and each day take a step towards them.