This post, on the other hand, is all about The Cancer. Even though everyone who reads this blog either also reads my book blog OR is my mother, and knows all this already, I feel like I should tell you that I'm going in for surgery again tomorrow. There won't be any rad in-hospital pics because I forgot my camera at my parents' house in a turkey-induced haze of frantic leaving. So.
Between Thanksgiving and then bogarting all the leftovers and Joel talking me into going for a donut and then talking me into getting the 12-pack once we get there, I've taken a running head start on my post-op weight gain. I feel like I'm storing up for my 2-day hospital hibernation.
So, they're keeping me for two days this time. Partially because they're taking out my WHOLE thyroid, and partially because my nerves are finicky. My voice, once gone, came back with a bang just under a week ago and I am the most Raych-sounding I have ever been. I have been singing AC/DC and making SCREEEE noises when we take sharp turns in the car and generally relishing the thought that I won't be waking up with a tube in my throat. If I come out of Surgery 2.0 with my voice intact, it will be like being buried in puppies.
I'm not overly worried. I've lost my rabid enthusiasm of two weeks ago and I'm not totally stoked to go through recovery again, but I'm thrilled to be recovering for good this time. All the healing I've done over the last month and some seems like so much wasted energy, but I guess it'll make things easier that I'm so damned healthy again.
I seriously feel great. I forget for long stretches of time, and then I go to scratch my neck and I'm all, Oh yeah, I have cancer. And then it's all I can think about. I feel like this is what the early stages of pregnancy must be like, all Oh right, that Thing! I know that I'm lucky in this.
So! I have sweats packed, and a few books that I don't need to be terribly lucid to read. We're going out to Applebees for my last meal and I have a coupon somewhere for a free dessert. The house is clean, the laundry is done, I have no assignments due for a week and a half. Let the scalpeling begin!