Ok this will probably be my last update, until I get my radiation treatment and then I'll keep y'all posted on that in the future
Today I met with the pathologist who found my thyroid cancer. He has known my mom for many years and he is probably the most laid back, chill DR I have ever met. Most DRs I have dealt with have this "holier than thou" bullshit attitude, but not this man. I had asked him if had some time to show me my slides and he was more than happy to take time out of an autopsy to meet with me for half an hour at work. He explained everything from A-Z, showed me many of my slides. At first everything was "WOW!" and "COOL!", I felt like I was in Biology class all over again.
Then I asked if they still had my thyroid there and they did. It was in 2 jars with formaldehyde. It was cut up in all of these little pieces and I saw my name and D.O.B on the jars. I'll admit, I got a little emotional and had to step out for a minute. I know that sounds weird or maybe even corny, but it felt like part of me is missing, well D'UH it basically is...but it was just, I don't know, really upsetting for a minute or two. I know reviewing cases like that and dissecting specimens is a walk in the park for most of those pathologists and lab techs but that was
MY thyroid they had cut up,
MINE. And now it just sits in 2 jars in little pieces and it's stained black and stinks from the formaldehyde. After he showed me the specimens, I left and have been sorta depressed all day. I don't know, I guess you just had to be there, that's all