Results are in. Both biopsied nodules are benign. Hooray!
I'm surprised by my lack of joy at the news. I'm still angry that the radiologist would only biopsy the two largest. I'm pissed that the endocrinologist's staff told me yesterday at 3 pm that they had the results, but the doctor never called me until 6pm today. His staff told me around ten this morning that it was benign, but I needed to hear it from the doctor himself.
The follow-up plan is to get another ultrasound in six months. I'm still having trouble trusting that one of the tiny nodules isn't a mutated clump of cells that will slowly grow to malignancy.
Thank you to everyone for your positive vibes, prayers and good thoughts. I've had an amazing outpouring of love from friends since all this started. My OA friends have been especially lovely.
I'm struggling to turn this over to HP. I'm powerless, but it pisses me off. I still want to figure out how to fix this. I want absolute proof that there isn't cancer in my body. I don't want to hear the odds unless they are 100%. This is so hard.
Oh, and I've gained 2 pounds this month. My portions have been big. I've been starving. Time to get off my pity-pot, stop being dramatic and live my normal insane life.