The specialist ordered an ultrasound and performed a rather intrusive biopsy that I'd been stressing about after I googled it and learned what it involved. (As my eldest son said incredulously later, "What did you want to go read about it for? You know it would just scare you." Turned out he was right, as horrible as it sounded, the danged thing was painless and was over before I knew it.) Oh, and I had to have more blood - only 2 vials this time. Then they scheduled me to come back in a month to give the labs time to get the results back to him.
The original appointment to hear the results was supposed to be next week. But earlier this week the specialist's office phoned and asked to move the appointment to this morning. Gizmo Guy and Guitar Hero both freaked out and offered to accompany me. For my own part? I wasn't worried. I figured he'd just tell me it was nothing, that I was getting old and to live with what was going on. (That's what they've told most of my friends who have suffered similar problems.) But yesterday, after repeated worry-sessions by GG and GH, to the point that GG booked time off to make sure he was with me today, I started wondering if maybe I should be worried. So last night I was starting to freak out a bit imagining all the worst case scenarios.
Turns out I didn't need to. Thank the Lord!
The specialist, a lovely man with a wonderfully deep sexy voice, flipped through the results of the various tests. The biopsy, blood tests and ultrasound have all proven it's not cancer. A HUGE Phew! from everyone on that one. (I hadn't realized how worried Gizmo Guy was until after we came out of the appointment.) I'm not anemic, my cholesterol's still in the range that I don't need meds (yay me - I had to take them for a while 5 years back - family cholesterol problems), and there are no signs of diabetes. Yay me again!
Then he got to the last page - the blood tests my GP sent him initially and started asking me questions:
- Have I been losing hair? Um, yeah, I've been shedding worse than a golden retriever.
- Am I tired a lot? Constantly.
- Do you have problems concentrating? Yes! My brain's been in a fog for months.
- Have you been trying to lose weight but no matter how little you eat it's not coming off? YES YES YES!
OMG There's a reason why I can't focus on editing Andy's story. A concrete medical reason. And there's a reason I can't lose weight other than I'm lazy! It's also the cause of the problems that I went to see him for in the first place - although those symptoms would just be TMI.
He wrote up a note for me to take to my GP (who is right across the hall - wasn't that handy) so I've made an appointment for Monday afternoon. From what I understand I may end up having to see an endocrinologist, and there'll probably be more blood tests but usually the treatment is simply taking one pill a day to regulate the thyroid and within a week or two I'll have a lot more energy. YAY! I cannot wait!
The one thing that bugs me about all this is that when I phoned in to check on the results of the blood tests my GP did, the ones he forwarded to the specialist -- the ones that had my thyroid levels in bold and highlighted? His office told me they were all normal. I was fine.
I'm so glad I got a second opinon. And I'm really looking forward to feeling "normal" again.
So if any of these symptoms sound like something you suffer, schedule yourself in to see your doctor and have some blood tests taken. It'll be worth it.