The company I work for has great incentives for employees who want
to stay healthy. This winter we were offered $300 gift cards if we’d see our
doctors for an annual physical. I was able to squeeze my doctor’s appointment
in five days before the deadline. My appointment was on the last Monday in
March. I checked and double checked that a blood test would be absolutely
necessary. I was told that a blood test was indeed required to complete the
annual physical and qualify for the gift card. As I sat in the laboratory
waiting for my name to be called I kept thinking, “This will probably be worth
$300. The best thing is I won’t have to worry about getting another blood test
for an entire year.”
The only blood test I remember getting was eight years ago when I
was filling out my mission papers. Back then the excitement of being called on
a mission was enough to get me through the ordeal. Nowadays I need cash waved
in front of my face in order to take a needle willingly. It’s sad but true.
When my name was finally called and I entered the draw center I
had no choice but to put my trust in my randomly selected phlebotomist.
Actually, maybe the selection wasn’t so random. She was very nice and I didn’t
feel embarrassed to ask her for the smallest needle she had. She didn’t fight
me on it at all. The best part of all was she was able to find my vein on her
first attempt. The worst part was it seemed like the needle was in there
forever. My nurse practitioner had ordered a ton of blood work. I dared not
look down at my arm to make sure my circulatory system was surrendering all of
the required blood. The phlebotomist asked me how I was feeling and I said, “It
kind of hurts.” I asked her if everything was working and she said it was.
After a few more seconds she started removing all of the equipment. She
mentioned that my veins were so small I probably wouldn’t be able to donate
blood. That sounded completely fine to me.
I left the lab that day knowing I had done a good thing. After
passing through that major hurdle I bought myself some special French toast at
a local drive-thru and headed to work. During the next three days I waited for
a follow-up call from the doctor’s office but it never came. I called them on Thursday
and after a little shuffling I was transferred to someone who had my results.
She ran through the tests they had done. I had expected everything to come up normal
but that wasn’t the case. She told me my thyroid number was off. After a little
explaining I understood that my thyroid was slightly underactive and they
wanted to start me on a small dose Levothyroxine immediately. I would need to
take it for two months and then return for another blood test. “Which pharmacy
would you like us to send your prescription to?”
Wait, hold up.
The day before I had this conversation I had read an article titled,
“Student survives cancer thanks to BYU class.” The student’s classmate and
teacher noticed a suspicious lump on her throat while they were learning how to
do physical examinations in class. The lump turned out to be thyroid cancer. Here’s
the news story:
I wasn’t concerned I had cancer but I thought it was a weird
coincidence. More than anything I was troubled I had a problem that would never
go away. (I didn’t really understand that I’d likely be on medication for the
rest of my life until I talked to my mom.) The biggest bummer is that the
medication has to be adjusted throughout the years so that means lots of blood
tests.
When I picked up my prescription at Costco I was pretty upset. I
was in line with people who had embarrassing problems and I didn’t want to be
one of them. I didn’t want them to look at me and wonder what I had. At least
the prescription was inexpensive.
I went about my business and diligently took my pills for the next
few days. Then on Sunday night I got another thyroid bombshell. I was watching
the new episode of the hotly-anticipated fifth season of Mad Men. One of the
main characters made her first appearance of the season and boy did she look
different. Betty Francis (formerly Betty Draper) had gained a little weight.
She went to see her doctor who at first brushed off the weight gain as “typical
for middle-aged women.” (Yikes! She’s supposed to be in her early 30’s!) He
quickly changed his tune when he felt a suspicious lump on the front of her throat. That's right - the lump was on her thyroid. I wanted to yell, “Again?!”
Betty had a biopsy and by the end of the episode she knew her
tumor was benign. She is one of the most polarizing characters on the show but
for that hour I imagined her slow demise and I felt very sorry for her. It wasn’t
a pretty picture. The things I imagined reminded me of my grandma’s struggle
with throat cancer. I was glad that Betty would be okay but I did become a
little paranoid that my next blood test could reveal more serious problems with
my thyroid.
A week and a half ago I went in for my second blood test. My
phlebotomist had a slightly different but extremely efficient approach to
finding my vein. Since she got it the first try (using a baby needle) I didn’t
mind one bit. She only needed a fraction of the blood they took the first time
and I was out of there in no time. She told me, “You did great,” and I really
appreciated that.
Fast forward three days. I sat in an examination room with my
nurse practitioner as she searched for my results on her computer. She asked me
if I had been feeling better and I told her that in the first month of taking
medication I definitely noticed a difference. By the time the second month
rolled around it was harder to tell the difference because it just became part
of me. The tricky thing about my situation was I never knew I had a problem in
the first place.
The good news was that my thyroid had normalized. There was still
room for improvement. We decided to keep me on the same dosage and check again
in three months. Irgh! Three months!! After that it will probably be every six
months. That means if I live for 50 more years I will have 100 more blood
tests. Holy crap.
What does it all mean? I think it means a few things.
1) Having a thyroid problem is no big deal. I have told a lot of
people about it and everyone seems to have a thyroid problem or know someone who
does. It looks like we’re all in the same big fat boat.
2) I have to face a few inconveniences on a daily, monthly, and
semi-annual basis. (That is 365 + 12 + 6 = 383 inconveniences a year, to be
exact.) I have to remember to take a pill every day, get a prescription refill
every month, and surrender myself for a blood test twice a year. I’ve already
been at this for two+ months and I know it’s for my own good. I’m going to keep
at it.
3) Blood tests are no longer allowed to be a big deal. They are
just going to be a part of life. However, I’m still entitled to a sweet treat after
every blood test.
4) You may not know you
have a problem, and you probably won’t have a $300 incentive to get checked out
“just for the heck of it” but I strongly recommend you get an annual physical
exam. Don’t forget to get a blood test as part of the grand finale.
As your thyroid advocate I hope this information has been somewhat
helpful. I still have moments when I get mad I’ll be on medication for-ev-er
but I know that this is a simple problem with a simple solution. I’m still
eternally grateful for modern medicine and I can’t imagine life without it –
even if I have to haul a tiny orange pill container everywhere I go.
