|Appoaching Glacier Park, MT near sunset, May 2014|
The good news is he made it, has regained all his function, and is just as ornery as he ever was, which is a relief. He's a good guy, and I like him a lot. Most of the time. He's still a brat sometimes. After a year and a half, the scans show no sign of tumor activity. The treatments sort of ate up his energy, and he ended up retiring early. So now he goes fishing, and gets on his wife's nerves. And sits in the sun or under the apple tree with his dog and a cup of coffee and rejoices. From that I get great joy.
Then I took the train back across the country and collapsed. Which one would do, but in this case I mean it literally. I had been feeling tired, and having spells of light-headedness, which I attributed to over-doing. Then one day, I passed out and went down while talking to a friend at our village farmers' market. I was trying to sit down, but did a faceplant instead. Came to with my friend in a panic and trying to call an ambulance. I can't believe I did this: I told her it was okay, and that I'd just drive myself to the doctor about half a mile away. Which I did. I tell you, I was not thinking clearly.
At the clinic, when I told them what happened, they took my vitals. My pulse was 32. Well, that would do it. So ensued an afternoon of tests. I got sent home with a list of things, all of which started "DO NOT....". I spent the weekend thinking "heart disease". On the Tuesday, my doctor called me to tell me I am hypothyroid. I had no idea that hypothyroidism could do that to a person. I am slender, but every cell in my body was struggling to do what it needed to do, including pump blood to my brain, and digest my food, and breathe, and think. No wonder I hadn't been thinking clearly. She had called a prescription in to my pharmacy, who were going to mail it to me. She told me to start it immediately. She added emphatically, "You will have to take this for the rest of your life."
In the meantime, I'm still spinning. More to come on that.