Tomorrow...

Well, tomorrow is the big day. I'm not going to lie -- I'm really scared. Having the gallbladder out is one thing, but this one has so many more risks: damage to the parathyroid glands and vocal chords... and I'm terrified of waking up with the trach-tube in. Doubt it'll happen, but it's still a fear.

We should know by Friday (hopefully) what the pathology comes back as -- either benign or malignant. If benign, I'm home free. If malignant, they'll keep me off of Synthroid (synthetic thyroid hormone) for several weeks preparing for the radioactive iodine treatment. Let's all hope that's not the case. I guess being off of Synthroid without a thyroid gland is pretty much hell. Extreme fatigue, depression, hair loss, weight gain. That stuff worries me more than the actual surgery does.

Since Joe and I have our nifty new iPhones (big smile), it'll be easier for him to keep everyone up to date as to what's going on. After phone calls, he'll post onto Facebook for those of you who are on there, then he'll send texts to some. I've given him authorship to this blog, too, so he may put something up here as well. If not, I'll post how I'm feeling as soon as I can get my hands on a laptop. Oh yeah, I'm also worried about computer withdrawls! ;)

Wish us luck and love, and we'll be in touch soon. Take care everyone.