Papillary Thyroid Cancer

Yep. At 33, I have it. Went in last week for a thyroidectomy. Two days later- the reports were in- cancer. I NEVER even considered it a possibility- so to say I was blindsided- is a major understatement.

It is treatable. It is *the cancer* to have. It is slow moving. Treatments are easy (comparatively to others).

I know all this.

I'm 33.

I have 2 adorable kiddos.

I have cancer.

I am in a foreign country.

Luckily- my husband is home. I am 99% sure he will not be leaving me to head back to war. We should know better later this week for sure.

I know I have an amazing net of support.

I am blessed to feel SOOO much love.

I have friends offering frequent flyer miles to get family here.

I know I want to be stateside and feel my best friends hand in mine. To hug my dad. To comfort my mom- who is usually the rock in these situations and I can hear her crumbling over the phone.

I love that my mother in law is here and we will get my father in law in two days.

I love that the Army got my husband home in an insanely quick timeframe. 

I love that I can be positive a majority of the time and know that no matter what the full body scan shows in a few weeks- there is a lot of promise for treatment options.

Ugh.