I am generally a fearful person. Just ask hubby. I am afraid of trains, planes, automobiles, open water, things touching me when I am in open water. Hubby says I have a general fear of transportation. I am afraid of just about anything that has wheels- steering or otherwise. I used to say I'll be one of those old ladies, with like 20 cats, who everyone is afraid of; A recluse who takes taxi's to the pharmacy for her anxiety pills because she is afraid to drive. And that'll be when I'm like 45. And I hate cats.
I am afraid of doctor's, walking out of a public restroom with toilet paper stuck to my shoe, letting my family down, being discovered to be the whimp I really am....I am afraid of not being in control.
Oddly enough, I am not one of those who is afraid to be alone, or afraid of thunderstorms. or afraid of dying. But I am afraid of being lonely, afraid of world war, and afraid of dying young.
I absoutely hate my hair. Since I have been living in California, I have been blowing my hair dry. The past 10 days or so. it hurts to llft my hands above my head. It hurts to lift my chin so as to hold it back to blow dry my hair. I am curly, it looks weird to me and I hate it. Can't wait for the day it doesn't hurt to do so- then bye-bye Whoopee Goldberg hair!!
I have been wearing scarves on my neck since the surgery. Maybe that can be 'my thang'. Although the swelling and bruising has gone down considerably, I still have what looks like a golf ball in my neck. So, I have been wearing scarves to go out in public. How chic! As odd as it sounds, people do look at you with a sort of sympathetic glare. I bet I subconsciously did it as well . If I saw a woman wearing a head scarf or turbin, I would say she had cancer, and probably hold the door open for her or something lame like that. The other day at the mall with my girls, I got looks. I mean, Christ- it's like 70 degrees here. Who wears a friggin' scarf?
Just today, my friend Jami took me to the indian reservation casino for a girl's day. (thanks - my favorite pastime!) and there were tons of people wearing scarves. It was cold in there. But all I could thing was they were looking at me as if I had the scarf on to hide some plastic surgery scar. But then they'd look at the hair and think, this chick didn't need plastic surgery, just a good hair stylist.
I know, I know....who gives a shit. I'm not fat, just fluffy!
With no thyroid, I will have to be on thyroid hormone replacement medication for the rest of my life. But before I can do that, I have to make sure that this cancer thing is in check and to do that- you stop all thyroid meds for a period of time before the radioactive iodine treatment. You go super hypothyroid (which means underactive = lethargic, dry skin, always cold, and get fat. At least that is what I am told. I already live in sweat pants, what a looker I'll be!
Good thing I have these scarves for the getting cold part.
Can you picture this now? A scarf in summer-wearin', sweat pant sportin', curly bed-head fat lady with 20 cats???? And I hate cats.
Being the center of attention:
I hate being the center of attention. Except on my wedding day. That was the one day that being the center of attention was okay. Don't confuse being the center of attention with being the boss of things. Oh no, that I like. Remember, I like being in control.
What I mean is, I don't like the sympathy. I know people mean well, and they love me (or like me , or tolerate me, or like my husband)and just want to help...but I don't want to talk about this unless I WANT TO. I don't want to be in the position of making other people feel better about this. I am having trouble doing that for myself.
I will make an exception for children , though. Especially my kids and my neice and nephews who have hard such a hard past few months and people being sick and some of them dying.
Look, the fact is that no cancer is good cancer. I rationalize this whole situation by saying that if you had to have cancer, Thyroid cancer is the one to have because it very rarely spreads outside the organ itself. It responds well the Radioactive Iodine Ablation (RIA) and so what, you go on a hormone replacement pill forever? Quite frankly, I always thought if I was going to get a cancer, it would be an unsympathetic "you brought it on yourself by smoking" kind of cancer. Christ, I bet some people don't even know where their friggin' thyroid is!
But, with my track record with 2 'didn't go as planned' surgeries and 'this doesn't happen often', and percentages of this, that and the other things that don't swing in my favor - something will get fucked up. It is out my control. And, I hate that.
Aside from being a self-conscious control freak, can you tell I am a pessimist as well? My wine glass is always half empty. Hence the need for more wine!! And, I am not drinking any fucking merlot...If they order the merlot, I am outta here!