Yes, friends. It's true. I lost 28 grams just over a week ago and I didn't need any help from Weight Watchers. Instead, I had my thyroid surgically removed (is there any other way??).
I don't recommend the experience to anyone seeking a little attention. There are better ways to get free mags and ice cream, I can assure you.
The real reason for this nasty procedure was purely precautionary. I had a 2.3 cm growth that had indicated a presence of what's known as Heurthle cells. These can be an indicator of cancer, although 95% of growths removed in these cases are benign so I'm not too concerned. I'll be getting the details of the pathology report this Thursday and I can finally put this thing to bed.
I'm happy to report that the summer has lots of fun in store for Don and I and we're not going to let infertility ruin it. Among the many things we have planned are the following:
- Seeing famed jazz pianist Dave Brubeck in concert at Massey Hall
- Catching a Blue Jays game with my folks
- A two-day trip to Stratford where we'll be staying at this lovely B&B and seeing The Glass Menagerie on stage
- 2 days at my uncle Jim's cottage in the Thousand Islands (this is particularly exciting because Don has never had the qunitessential Ontario cottage experience)
- A day trip to Centre Island
- The big move to our new house
- And last but not least, welcoming our dear friends Sarah and Tony to Toronto where Sarah will be immersing herself in academia and Tony will be embarking on a new chapter in his life as an artist. Can't wait!
Today was my first day back at work after the surgery. Went pretty well, I must say.
Because I'd spent the last 10 days holed up up in either the hospital or condo, my body was in desperate need of some exercise come the weekend, so Don and I took in a little High Park. Witness the green-y wilderness in this shot taken on Sunday.
