Life With Half A Thyroid: Month Ten

Self-portrait showing my head and shoulders. I'm wearing a boat-neck sweater that shows off my light-pink thyroid scar.

My follow-up visits with the Nurse Practitioner at endocrinology following my thyroid surgery were unremarkable, which is a good thing. She’d look at my lab work, palpate my neck, ask me about symptoms, and declare me good to go until the next follow-up.

My most recent visit was with the actual endocrinologist. My most recent lab work showed a significant spike in my Thyroid Stimulating Hormone (TSH), while my T4 levels remained on the low end of normal. Since I’d already gotten an education in how hormones work when I went through menopause, I suspected that the higher levels of TSH were a sure sign that I’d be put on thyroid medication — if not now, then eventually.

As suspected, he prescribed a low dose of levothyroxine. Now that I’m already on Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) for estrogen, adding another hormone to the regime doesn’t seem as daunting as it once did. In fact, I’m looking forward to seeing if it lessens any of the symptoms that could be attributable to my thyroid.

Continue reading

Chiropractic FTW

Years ago, my chiropractor diagnosed me with spondylolisthesis, plus a bulging disc. I’ve been visiting her once a month for some 13 years now, to keep things healthy and make sure nothing gets too far out of whack.

Last month, I had four visits to the chiropractor’s office in just over a week, thanks to my disc pressing on a nerve and giving me the worst back pain I’ve experienced in a very long time. Since the chiropractor I normally see is semi-retired now and is only available on certain days of the week, I got to see two of the other docs at the practice. They were both just as helpful as my usual doc would have been, and got me back to normal pretty quickly.

Side note: It’s interesting how different people have different styles of chiropractic manipulation. I especially like my chiropractor’s niece, who is now in charge of the day-to-day management of the practice.

At my regularly scheduled visit earlier this week, my usual doc explained that the constant tension that’s cropped up in a new spot on my lower back is due to my right glute being in spasms. I’ve been instructed to massage the ever-loving hell out of it, preferably with a tennis ball. She also advised me that the stronger my glutes are, the healthier my back will be overall.

I suspect that my increased number of back issues lately is due to my weight and my loss of general muscle tone. If I needed a “why” with a sense of urgency in order to focus on my physical health, I think this is a good one. I miss the days when my back didn’t hurt all the time.

An Inauspicious Start

Last week, I realized that Early Spring had quite suddenly become Mid-Spring, and that I have a good amount of garden cleanup to tackle. I spontaneously decided to cut down some weed trees along the back fence one morning before work.

The itching started a couple days later.

Wait — there’s not any poison ivy back there… right? The poison ivy lives in the front garden by the dying dogwood tree, and over by the office window, but not along the back fence!

Well, I double-checked. Looks like it does now.

I wasn’t expecting it, so I wasn’t watching for it. I had seen the tiny sprigs and thought it was a volunteer raspberry bush, and cut it back along with the weed trees. Since the branches were small ones, I’d picked them up with the piles of twigs and carried them across the yard to toss in the garbage.

The first itchy spot cropped up on the inside of my left forearm, where I’d pushed up the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

Right then, I should have showered and scrubbed all over with Tecnu. But I didn’t.

And it spread.

I am so sensitive to urushiol.

It’s a week later, and I’m still finding new blisters and itchy spots. Anywhere my soiled fingernails touched: neck, waist, and places that don’t ever see sunshine.

At this point, Benadryl antihistamine pills and Clobetasone prescription steroid cream are pretty much all I need. That and patience.

Life With Half a Thyroid: Day Twelve

Last night, the edges of the steri-strips began curling up and peeling away from my incision site. It didn’t take much help from me for them to come off entirely, revealing my new surgery scar.

I’m beyond satisfied with the cosmetic look of the scar, even freshly-healed. I even turned on my camera in a Teams meeting this afternoon, sans scarf, and didn’t get even a second glance. Except from N, who told me privately that it didn’t even look like I’d just had surgery.

Like the ubergeek that I am, I studied the surgery notes as soon as they were made available to me online. One thing I noted was that the “incision was made along one of the natural creases in the neck.” Never have I been so pleased to have neck creases! I’ve seen photos and videos of patients with a straight horizontal scar right across the front of the neck, and that’s definitely not ideal. My scar looks like it’s going to be No Big Deal.

One week after surgery, the pathology results came through. As expected, my lobe was NOT cancerous (and neither was the lymph node they also removed). I did a double-take at this gem, though:

80g left thyroid lobe. 7.8 cm height, 5.5 cm width, 3.6 cm depth

For context, that would be a kiwi fruit shoved into the space behind my left collarbone. No wonder I felt so strange.

As for how I’m feeling now… the swelling has gone down considerably. Now there’s just a little spot in the vicinity of my trachea that’s still tender to the touch. My neck seems to have full range of motion side to side, but I can’t tilt my head to look up very far yet. Per the surgery notes, they did have to separate and reflect some muscles to get to the thyroid, so it’s not surprising to me that they’re still healing.

At my initial consultation with the surgeon, he told me that I most likely would not need to take thyroid hormones after my lobectomy. It had honestly never occurred to me to wonder exactly what my thyroid was responsible for and how it did it, beyond knowing that my bloodwork has been coming back in the normal range for the past decade. So, I did a little research, making sure to check the veracity of my sources before putting too much stock in what they had to say.

Since the thyroid plays a major role in regulating body temperature, one way to monitor thyroid health is basal body temperature, My normal body temp has always been about a degree below the typical 98.6F, so I decided to start taking my temperature every morning and logging it when I log my weight. (Again, being an ubergeek, I have an iOS Shortcut on my Apple Watch for entering my data into Apple Health.) Hoping that I don’t see any downward trends in my body temp — although it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I did have to take thyroid hormones.

I meet with my surgeon on Monday for my post-op follow-up. I’m not expecting any new info, although I am hoping for clearance to return to my Krav Maga classes.

Life With Half a Thyroid: Day Three

Self-portrait with thyroid scar censored

Not everyone is OK with seeing incision sites, so I censored my steri-strip sutures for the good of the order. If you’re curious about what my incision looks like three days post-op, click the image for the uncensored version.

The strips on my incision actually look quite a bit less gnarly now that I’ve taken a proper shower (and ever-so-carefully patted them dry afterward). I feel less gnarly in general, too, with the remainder of the adhesives and whatnot finally scrubbed off of my skin.

I’m feeling closer to normal overall. My throat no longer hurts when I swallow, although the surgical strips still pull on the skin of my neck, and the swelling and tenderness is starting to subside. It’s hard to tell through the swelling, but I think my trachea might be moving closer to its normal position, now that there’s not a goiter in the way. The base of my skull still hurts like the worst cramp ever whenever I have my neck muscles engaged, though, and I developed a mild rash on parts of my face and neck last night after taking a dose of Oxycodone. Dealing with histamine reactions is old hat for me, thanks to my ultra-severe sensitivity to urushiol (poison ivy, et al.), so I just popped a Benadryl. Medications don’t seem to touch the muscle tension, though — only relaxing my neck and applying ice seems to do anything for it.

On the subject of my neck: I was a little surprised to find nothing in my discharge instructions about neck mobility exercises. Maybe my surgeon is planning to give me those at my two-week follow-up? At any rate, I’ve researched it myself, and have been doing some simple neck rotation exercises: up and down, left to right, ear to shoulder, and chin tucks (which my chiropractor has been having me do, anyway). Some internal tightness is keeping me from looking upward, but I’m only kept from looking farther left or right by the surgical strips pulling on my skin.

Yesterday, I did my best to get laundry done (with help) and make dinner, but I definitely overdid it a little — even with the two naps I took. I’m taking today and tomorrow off of work to rest and recuperate. I did have to get up at the usual time to get Connor out the door this morning, but then I went straight back to bed and slept for another few hours. Once I rolled out of bed and showered, the rest of the day has been spent researching, stretching, blogging, eating, and scheduling follow-up appointments.

And nerding out on the details of the surgery as found in my chart online… but that’s a post for another day.