Another Chance~


I feel like my throat was slit. The people who noticed me on my walk in NYC thought so too, I saw it in their eyes they were guessing I was mugged. 

I didn’t mind though. After being released from the fancy hospital room, due to either my insurance or how the entire staff mentioned how polite I was,  I was told to take walks so I don’t develop pneumonia or blood clots and to work out the anesthesia from my ‘clear’ lungs.  🙂

I walked proud, even though I’m not allowed to look up, I felt proud. Bobby and I walked plenty on the streets in New York until my stitches came out a week later, then flying home in the necessary first class to continue my recovery.

A common person doesn’t give much thought to how important the neck is until surgical tools are inserted into it.

I feel like something poisonous was removed from me. I can actually feel it.

Assuming not having my cytomel or LDN intake would cause my soon impending demise yet discovering those things only kept me afloat while I unknowingly carried cancer, eating away inside my neck. I am extremely lucky, blessed.

If anyone ever brushes off the idea of what health issues we each carry as being meaningless, that’s crap. Not true.

Yes. We all carry cancer cells. 

Yes. We will all die from something.

However, if you’re in present danger from the cancer cells? You’ll know it. Things won’t feel right. Something will be off. You will be lacking, health wise, somewhere. I promise.

Just like a flower with dead buds, all of my nutrients and healthy cells in my body ran right to the sick part of my body as the rest of me was suffering without knowing exactly how much. Now I feel like how I should even though I don’t take twenty supplements, cytomel, or LDN every morning.

The surgeon had to do a complete Thyroidectomy, with the main tumor sitting directly on my thyroid, cancer dangerously connected to my trachea. also removing a parathyroid gland which was wrapped around my thyroid, “rare” he mentioned,  and no longer supplying calcium to my body along with two tiny spots of cancer on the left side of my neck. 

After wanting to know what happens to the hole in my neck from waking up to a tube running down me with a drainage bottle attached to it and being amazed the hole did in fact turn back to skin after 24 hours, once the tube was removed.

As I turned away the highly addictive pain pills that only make me itch, the one and only pain I feel now is the slight ache in my neck from a major surgery. I am told it will end after recovery. I feel better every day, so evidently thats true. 

I have not had any of the symptoms I’ve carried for years and not knowing why. My diseased thyroid/trachea had me sick all this time. So far in recovery, I’ve lost pounds without trying, I’m told my voice will be different for awhile; my speaking voice is the same and I’m walking around singing to get my vocal instrument built back up. It’s for my own satisfaction.

I have a new outlook on life as well as my past, this proved once again I’m married to my soulmate and best friend. My daughter told me she realized she never wants to live in a different state than me. (Music to my ears.) The best part, I have no symptoms as I take one pill as soon as I wake up to replace my thyroid. 

A few close friends have mentioned how “healthy and amazing” I sound. 

A few more have a new lease on life in particular area(s) in their lives due to my facing this situation that could’ve went a totally different way. As Bobby repeatedly said with his tears, “They could’ve said something so different.” 

I’m truly moved. 

I’ve learned like I’ve never learned before and that no medical journal will ever teach you. Sadly, you may be one of the people that have to face actual death to wake up. Since you really don’t know what it’s like, unless if you’ve been there. If you can take anything from me, take this; what’s on the forefront of your mind every waking day? What’s your priorities that you’ll care for over anything else? What is more important to you than you? Do you act on it or say it? What angers you? Are those your same choices if you were aware your absence and death would be soon?

Your answers may be different if you actually face it, so be as honest as you can.

Something to chew on…

To yourself.

Now you may be wondering, what will I write about?
Well, my history makes me feel as though I’ve been here for ten lifetimes.
Can you believe I have a ton of more stories to share? 

I’ll be back.~ 😉

Hold your stomach, here’s the before and after pictures:photo



I am a mama, wife, freelance writer, childrens rights activist, singer/songwriter, self employed music producer, music enthusiast, and dry comedian. Also, have lived and won the fight of ambiguous injustice in misdiagnoses, health challenges, and recovery. Along with being highly opinionated, all for your entertainment and my creativity. ALSO possibly the biggest Elvis Presley fan you'll ever meet, without collecting all the junk. ~~~~~~~~~~~
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