After relentlessly refreshing the website for my ultrasound report, the results were in. I had two nodules on my thyroid. One was 3cm with an intermediate malignancy risk, and the second was .5cm with the highest malignancy risk. The suggested steps were to have a needle biopsy on the larger one, since the smaller one was too small to get a good sample from.
I was back in the stuffy office of the little man who had found my nodule in the first place.
“Are you having trouble swallowing?”
I could feel my 12 year old kid sense of humour just itching to make that into something dirty.
“Not that I have noticed.” It hadn’t seemed like the time to be inappropriate.
He put through my biopsy request and marked it as urgent. It was April, in our lagging healthcare system, that meant my appointment was booked for September. Apparently the radiologist who administers the biopsy, prioritizes the scheduling based on perceived urgency. I asked to be put on a cancellation list, and ended up securing a date in July. Nothing to do but wait.
