In my introduction I had mentioned that my husband and I don't have any children...so, I think that will be good place to start my story. Just a warning, you will end up wondering what all this has to do with Thyroid Cancer...just follow, I promise it will all tie together. Be patient.
I finally graduated college (transferred colleges three times) and moved to Oklahoma City. I was able to find a job at as a teacher at a Day Care Center in a Domestic Violence Shelter....really enjoyed it. Loved working with those kids even though some of the kids stories were heart breaking. I was there for almost two years, was injured on the job and ended up being let go. Which turned into a great blessing. It gave me the opportunity to go back to school at OSU-OKC and start working on an associates degree in the Crime Victim/Survivor Services field. While attending classes, I started working on campus as a work-study and ended up obtaining a full time saff position in the Admissions office. I never thought I would ever enjoy working on a college campus....I really love Higher Education.
To back track just a little, while I was in college I was told that I would more than likely never be able to have children. It was discovered that I had cysts on my ovaries. It was never really explained why they developed, how to stop them....nothing. So when Paul (my husband) and I decided we were going to get married I went to a gynocologist to see if this was true. She ran some tests and then informed me that she felt that I have Polycystic Ovary Syndrome or PCOS (http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/polycystic-ovary-syndrome/DS00423). She said that in order to have a baby there would need to be medical intervention, so she suggested and referred me to a fertility doctor.
In Feburary 2006, 2 1/2 weeks before my (our) wedding I was rear ended while at a stop sign. I was at a complete stop waiting for traffice to clear so I could turn and get to work which was less than a block away. I look in my rear view mirror and see this car coming at me at full speed coming off the interstate. All I could think was I'm about to get hit. I had to decide to either go and get side swiped by a truck coming from the left or to take my foot off the break and get rear ended. Well, you know what happened....I got hit. I watched my bumper fly off the car and land in the grass and thankfully that truck swerved to miss me. I was holding on that steering wheel with everything I had. I don't know of a time when I was ever so tense.
I was already late for work and the girl that hit me tried to take off and go to class because she was late (she wanted to meet back when she was done for the day). I told her that I wasn't going to leave...besides, she wasn't the only one late. She got so mad....oh well, what other choice did she have....unless she wanted a ticket for leaving the scene of an accident. We stayed and we waited for the police. Ugh, waiting for the OKC officer took forever. The officer finally arrived, wrote the statement, the car was towed and I ended up in the emergency room with whiplash. Oh grand, I'm getting married in about two weeks and I have whiplash. Nothing like being on pain pills during my wedding, reception and honeymoon...and to top it off, I was dealing with the insurance company who was wanting me to settle.
While I was dealing with them all I could thinks was...you want me to settle and only offer $500? The damage to the car was over $5000 (the care was only a couple of months old) and really should have been totaled. I told them that due to some issues I was still having due to the wreck that I didn't want to talk about settling until I got checked out when we got back from our honeymoon.
Once we returned, my doctor sent me to physical therapy, then I had x-ray's, bone scan, and three MRI's to see what was going on with my neck and shoulder. Nothing was ever found, and as a last resort I was sent to a pain management doctor who did his own tests. He also did two nerve block procedures and a nerve burn procedure (not doing that again on the neck)...on top of numerous different medications. The pain became more manageable, but never really went away. The doctor finally said that I have permanent nerve damage and I would have to learn to live with it.
Since there is nothing more that could be done about the neck and shoulder...Paul and I decided it was time to start trying to have a baby. I was so excited that we finally got to go see the fertility doctor and that was when I was told that I do have PCOS. The doctor ran tests, put me on prednisone and clomid, we scheduled many doctor visits, did lots of blood work and had two procedures...it was all crazy. I didn't care, we finally have started the process and hopefully we will have a baby before long.
We were about 8-10 months into this when Paul and I decided to move back to Stillwater. He wanted to go back to school and get his degree and we both were ready to leave the City.
In March of 2008, I left my job and we started the moving process back to Stillwater. Paul was able to transfer, we found a house and we moved. Time to go back home. I finally got a job on campus in April 2008 and was excited that we could start once again trying to have a baby. We both are working, we have insurance, so I made an appointment with my fertility doctor and the trips back and forth from Stillwater to OKC started. Everything was going great.
September 2008 is when everything started to change (now things will start to come together). I was sitting at work, talking on the phone with a student when it happened. I hung up the phone, turned my head to talk to a co-worker and my neck popped and all the sudden I was stiff and I really couldn't move. Oh my Lord the pain that shot down my neck and into my shoulder. I haven't felt pain like this since physical therapy after the care wreck...and I was in tears. I called my primary care physician to make an appointment. When I went to see her I told her car wreck, the tests, procedures, ect. She said let's do an MRI to see what's going on.
About a week or so after my appointment I had a MRI and waited for the results. Paul and I really thought at worse I had a buldging disk, slipped disk or even a pinched nerve. I would more than likely have some type of surgery and everything will be fine. Not that big of a deal, right?
Hubby and I were talking about traveling to the bowl game...depending on what was found on the MRI and we were trying to guess which bowl the team would go to. Now, if I remember right in 2008 the worse case would be the Holiday again or best case scenario would be the Cotton Bowl. We had decided if it was the Cotton Bowl then we would go. If it was the Holiday, it would be hard but we were hopeing to figure out a way that we would be able to go.
Then I got the call that would change everything....
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