My new GP called me last Wednesday afternoon after receiving the results of the thyroid ultrasound, which I had done that morning. My phone had been turned off for a few days and I didn’t turn it on until Friday. So that’s when I got her message that she wanted me to schedule a biopsy for Wednesday afternoon.
I didn’t hear back from her office Friday, but Saturday I got the results for the tests she had done to check for diabetes or a thyroid disorder. They were clear — good news about those diseases, but inconclusive for everything else, including thyroid cancer.
I finally got to talk to her today. Turns out she wanted me to call that afternoon to schedule the biopsy, not have it done that day. It’s not until Feb. 6, but I’m much calmer than I was all weekend. There’s a 95% chance that it won’t be cancerous.
After the biopsy, I’ll see an endocrinologist to look at the results and discuss my remaining endocrine symptoms even though the most obvious diseases have been ruled out. Instead of being worried about having a different disease, I’m hopeful. Severe headache is a symptom of some endocrine-related disorders; maybe this is my “answer.”
My hope feels disrespectful to everyone who struggles with an endocrine disease. And perhaps to myself. Maybe a different diagnosis will cause me more grief than chronic daily headache and migraine.