Three weeks ago my neurologist told me that I had a "mass" on my thyroid and that I should see my endocrinologist. A week after that I was lying on a table having needles stuck in by throat (the biopsy). It wasn't fun or pleasant and it was done without any form of anesthetic because my endo said "it won't be as bad as you think". Easy for him to say since he was the one piercing my throat with a needle (again and again and again) and I was the one being stuck. But, alas, it was true ... not nearly as bad as I thought it would, but I guarantee I would not volunteer to have it done again. I left his office a bit traumatized (I wasn't actually expecting to have the biopsy that day ...), but not bad. He said it would take a week to get the results back.

I did really well over the holiday weekend -- on the conscious level. My band gets tight when I am stressed so I had a hard time eating, but I could live with that. I was thinking positive and praying and moving along with my life. Then on Tuesday morning after my walk, I came home ... laid across my bed and started thinking. Big mistake! I started crying and couldn't stop. Geeeez I thought, I have been doing all this stuff to get healthy and the Big "C" is going to take me out!!??? WTH???!!! I pulled myself together and went to work -- only cried half the day. I got myself together and yesterday went okay.

As I was driving home from work yesterday evening my phone rang ... it was my endo. He said he had great news, said that the mass was benign ... that we would have to check it regularly, but that I was good to go! I was so happy and relieved. Now, before banding that would be a reason to Celebrate -- with cake, or Cookies, or ice cream. In the 2 years since banding a LOT has changed in my life. I don't just "look" different, I also "think" and "act" differently. For about 3 months I have been changing into "comfy" clothes before leaving work so that I don't run errands, grocery shop, etc. in heels. YUCK! When I got the great news from my doc I drove a walking path near my home that sits high on a hill, with a view of the ocean and the sunset -- and I walked, and walked, and walked. Sweat was pouring from my face ... and everywhere else. When I was done the sun had set and I had walked FOUR miles! YAY!! So, together with the 3 miles I had walked that morning before work, I had 7 miles under my belt for the day!

Pre-banding that would not have happened. Between my band and my therapist I am emerging a totally new person and I LOVE the new me!

This lapband journey is a many faceted journey indeed! I LOVE MY BAND!!

~Fran

Three weeks ago my neurologist told me that I had a "mass" on my thyroid and that I should see my endocrinologist. A week after that I was lying on a table having needles stuck in by throat (the biopsy). It wasn't fun or pleasant and it was done without any form of anesthetic because my endo said "it won't be as bad as you think". Easy for him to say since he was the one piercing my throat with a needle (again and again and again) and I was the one being stuck. But, alas, it was true ... not nearly as bad as I thought it would, but I guarantee I would not volunteer to have it done again. I left his office a bit traumatized (I wasn't actually expecting to have the biopsy that day ...), but not bad. He said it would take a week to get the results back.

I did really well over the holiday weekend -- on the conscious level. My band gets tight when I am stressed so I had a hard time eating, but I could live with that. I was thinking positive and praying and moving along with my life. Then on Tuesday morning after my walk, I came home ... laid across my bed and started thinking. Big mistake! I started crying and couldn't stop. Geeeez I thought, I have been doing all this stuff to get healthy and the Big "C" is going to take me out!!??? WTH???!!! I pulled myself together and went to work -- only cried half the day. I got myself together and yesterday went okay.

As I was driving home from work yesterday evening my phone rang ... it was my endo. He said he had great news, said that the mass was benign ... that we would have to check it regularly, but that I was good to go! I was so happy and relieved. Now, before banding that would be a reason to celebrate -- with cake, or Cookies, or ice cream. In the 2 years since banding a LOT has changed in my life. I don't just "look" different, I also "think" and "act" differently. For about 3 months I have been changing into "comfy" clothes before leaving work so that I don't run errands, grocery shop, etc. in heels. YUCK! When I got the great news from my doc I drove a walking path near my home that sits high on a hill, with a view of the ocean and the sunset -- and I walked, and walked, and walked. Sweat was pouring from my face ... and everywhere else. When I was done the sun had set and I had walked FOUR miles! YAY!! So, together with the 3 miles I had walked that morning before work, I had 7 miles under my belt for the day!

Pre-banding that would not have happened. Between my band and my therapist I am emerging a totally new person and I LOVE the new me!

This lapband journey is a many faceted journey indeed! I LOVE MY BAND!!

~Fran

Glad to hear that you did not have cancer! I'm glad you love your band!

Thank you pinklily!

That's great, Phran! Congrats on the diagnosis and the excellent way you handled it!

That's great, Phran! Congrats on the diagnosis and the excellent way you handled it!

Thanks much, Cindy!

Fran, I'm so happy to hear that you are ok. You have always been such an inspiration-- and you've done it again

Fran, I'm so happy to hear that you are ok. You have always been such an inspiration-- and you've done it again

Thanks so much Stateofzen. You are an inspiration to me also.

I'm so glad your result was that it was benign. You must be so proud of how you dealt with the whole situation!

Three weeks ago my neurologist told me that I had a "mass" on my thyroid and that I should see my endocrinologist. A week after that I was lying on a table having needles stuck in by throat (the biopsy). It wasn't fun or pleasant and it was done without any form of anesthetic because my endo said "it won't be as bad as you think". Easy for him to say since he was the one piercing my throat with a needle (again and again and again) and I was the one being stuck. But, alas, it was true ... not nearly as bad as I thought it would, but I guarantee I would not volunteer to have it done again. I left his office a bit traumatized (I wasn't actually expecting to have the biopsy that day ...), but not bad. He said it would take a week to get the results back.

I did really well over the holiday weekend -- on the conscious level. My band gets tight when I am stressed so I had a hard time eating, but I could live with that. I was thinking positive and praying and moving along with my life. Then on Tuesday morning after my walk, I came home ... laid across my bed and started thinking. Big mistake! I started crying and couldn't stop. Geeeez I thought, I have been doing all this stuff to get healthy and the Big "C" is going to take me out!!??? WTH???!!! I pulled myself together and went to work -- only cried half the day. I got myself together and yesterday went okay.

As I was driving home from work yesterday evening my phone rang ... it was my endo. He said he had great news, said that the mass was benign ... that we would have to check it regularly, but that I was good to go! I was so happy and relieved. Now, before banding that would be a reason to celebrate -- with cake, or Cookies, or ice cream. In the 2 years since banding a LOT has changed in my life. I don't just "look" different, I also "think" and "act" differently. For about 3 months I have been changing into "comfy" clothes before leaving work so that I don't run errands, grocery shop, etc. in heels. YUCK! When I got the great news from my doc I drove a walking path near my home that sits high on a hill, with a view of the ocean and the sunset -- and I walked, and walked, and walked. Sweat was pouring from my face ... and everywhere else. When I was done the sun had set and I had walked FOUR miles! YAY!! So, together with the 3 miles I had walked that morning before work, I had 7 miles under my belt for the day!

Pre-banding that would not have happened. Between my band and my therapist I am emerging a totally new person and I LOVE the new me!

This lapband journey is a many faceted journey indeed! I LOVE MY BAND!!

~Fran

I now the feeling. Having the big C label isn't fun, I'm happy for you that they are going to do just follow ups. I had lung cancer at age 30 never smoked now 51 and now a lymnode is getting enlarge. Scared! I decided to continue with my dream of the lap band. It's been only 2 weeks out. I need to find a job, for I can go to a cancer Dr. again. Money is tight now taking on this payment. I had a carcinod tumer that grows slow in the past. I'm going to try to find a study that will help me. But I new, I needed to get healthy body and mind to take on this next hurdle in life.

I sure hope I can do a 3 mile walk in 2 years. I think you are doing great.

Today I just sign up hoping for some support and meeting nice people that can understand.

Deanna111