Too Much on Our Plait

We got my Aunt Gracie's results from her thyroid surgery. Turns out she does indeed have papillary thyroid cancer. This makes her our 6th member of the PTC Clan. Fabulous. Mom texted me with the news while I was at work. Of course, my phone was off, so I didn't get the message. I did, however, get a call from her with the news before I could even check my messages. To be honest, I couldn't help but laugh. Does this make me inhuman? I don't really like how I've been reacting since my aunt and cousin were diagnosed, but to be honest, isn't it just second nature now? It's sad to think that way, since this is one of the worst things to consider an everyday occurrence. At the rate this is going, though, it almost looks like it. Let's put it in timeline perspective: Me: June 2006 (outlier) Mom: December 2009 Janina: January 2010 Aunt Rea: February 2010 Melissa: February 2010 Aunt Gracie: November 2010 This is absurd. Do you not agree? I hate f...

I totally should be taking a shower right now, but I realized I haven't blogged in so long, and there's a lot to cover. So, I passed on my shower (for now, relax ;-] ) to update all of you in webland. Last post, I mentioned that my Aunt Gracie (my mom's youngest sibling) was having biopsies of nodules in her thyroid. Well, those biopsies came back inconclusive, so she went in for surgery to remove her entire thyroid yesterday morning. Her (well, the family's, except me) endocrinologist stated that, considering our family history (which sucks at this rate), she should get her thyroid out. When we were on the phone after her appointment with him pertaining to her results, she said, "Dori, to be honest with you, I'm relieved. I want it out. Just take it. I'm already on Synthroid as it is." I agreed with her. I'm so proud of her attitude. We find out within the week if her thyroid tests positive for papillary thyroid cancer, or another type. That woul...