The Best Kind of Patient: In Which My Body Decides to Mix Things Up (1 of 2)
When first diagnosed with MS, I comforted myself with thoughts like "At least it isn't cancer!" So I tucked my hypochondria away into a memory box, certain I wouldn't need it now that I'd been assigned my disease. Then the MS Society's mediocrely written but informative magazine, Momentum , showed up on my doorstep with headlines like "MS and . . . Managing Two Chronic Illnesses." Say what?! What kind of a bullshit world do we live in? One that can dole out multiple heavy physical burdens at once, it seems. I'm pleased to report that presently I'm holding steady with a single illness, but I have just wrapped up ten weeks of queries, biopsies, and procedures confirming that. I saw my GP at end of March. She noticed, as she* did six years ago, a lump on my thyroid. This prompted an ultrasound, which showed the lump had grown one centimeter. Thus it was time for a needle biopsy (AKA fine needle aspiration or FNA). What fun! I had done this dan
