Patience and Wisdom

I am patient – sometimes.

I am also wise – sometimes.

The trick really might be meshing the two.

patience and wisdomThat’s where I sometimes have some trouble.

I got a call this morning from Dr. S.  The biopsy is scheduled for Tuesday at 12:45.  Pleased to have it scheduled, quick math told me it would still be a week before we had  a definitive answer.  But at least I had the wisdom to shut my mouth and be grateful to have it scheduled.

My next question was about anesthesia.  Had they decided to give it?  In FNA (Fine Needle Aspiration) thyroid biopsies, anything more than a numbing lotion is uncommon.  But Meghan had such TRAUMA from her FNA at  another hospital in November of 2011. We had to push.

I had just told this child she could have cancer.  I just told her she was likely looking at another surgery.  She was unaffected.  “I will have whatever surgery I need to.  Just make sure I don’t have to be awake when they put those needles in my neck!”

This is the burn the cold spray that was supposed to numb her left on her neck in Nov. 2011.

This is the burn the cold spray that was supposed to numb her left on her neck in Nov. 2011.

All day I carry my phone everywhere.  I literally put it down for 3 minutes and missed the call about the anesthesia.  So the voicemail said, “We need Meghan at the hospital at 9AM tomorrow (Friday) to clear her for anesthesia.”

“When?  What type?  Why?  I can get you a cardiologist report from December.  I can be to my pediatrician in 30 minutes, and you just took blood on the 27th.”

“No, we have to see her here at 9Am.”

Patience and Wisdom.

I had pleaded for the anesthesia on her behalf.  Now I would pay the price.  Very careful not to take days off after my attendance debacle last year – I guess I will be at Sloan tomorrow,  ensuring the anesthesia my kid asked for is in place.  She doesn’t ask for much.
PatienceWorking hard on gratitude, I am relieved at least things are moving.  Not on my schedule, but progress nonetheless.

So then my oncologists office called.  They want me to see the surgeon.  The surgeon we first talked about a month ago.  The surgeon who had little more information than he had on December 7th after my MRI.  The surgeon who insisted he needed the sonogram, but whose system at the hospital cannot upload it.  No one thought to send me for another abdominal sono at their hospital – even though I asked.  They would like me to see this surgeon at 10:30 Weds.  They will have to have patience now.  I have a kid to take care of first.  If they were in such a rush I could have been healed by now.

So I am waiting still to hear from my car insurance carrier who somewhere in the midst of all this chaos decided I was totally responsible for the accident where I suffered a DIRECT HIT from a car who took no action to avoid me.  Waiting to hear exactly who that letter of appeal gets addressed to.

All of these things that keep happening, keep me from seeing my Grandparents as often as I would like to.  My heart weighs heavy.  Time and stress are hard to manage.

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Patience, I am convinced – is more than a virtue.  It is down right necessary, and almost debilitating with exhaustion.

Patience for me is hearing, “It is likely your child has cancer,” and then WAITING to take care of it.

I get that in the scheme of things thyroid cancer grows slowly, and 2 weeks won’t make or break things. But this is my little girl we are talking about.  May God bless me with the patience to get through the weekend.

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And give me WISDOM with that PATIENCE too please?

And give me WISDOM with that PATIENCE too please?

2 thoughts on “Patience and Wisdom

  1. I had thyroid cancer. I had a huge multi nodular goiter that was 10x the normal size (on the right lobe) and 4x the normal size on the left lobe. The cancer was 7mm of papillary (which I *think* isn’t the one related to CS, but I’m not sure). I’m thinking of you both tonight…

  2. Oops, my point of saying this is – I understand. I hear you and I understand. I’ve walked the thyroid cancer (goiter! HELLO Cowden’s Syndrome?!) road and it’s cake. Really. (I know that doesn’t easy anything for you…I just hope it might help you to not feel alone.)

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