under-fire

Today, I took the nuclear iodine for my thyroid scan tomorrow. I guess that I'm officially radioactive.

My dad doesn't like being the focus of these blogs. But today, I'd like to pay homage to Dad, because it's finally the day to celebrate him.

There's nothing quite like a wedding to make you reflect on your own situation and your own relationships. I've spent plenty of time doing that and right when I felt that luck was on my side, things have going horribly wrong.

As I'm sure you all know, the most helpful assistance in getting through hard times or illness is to surround yourself with friends and family. Sadly, I don't have any here in Vancouver. Thankfully, my friend Chris from Kingston, who I happen to believe might have been my brother in another life, sent out an email to all the friends he has in Vancouver and asked if someone would take pity on me and be my friend. A lovely woman named Georgie was the only one to answer that email.

I saw the endochrinologist yesterday, and although I went in hoping to leave with answers, I walked out with more questions, more fears, and more worries about my health.