Well, I finally broke down and told my dad. See, we just lost my mother to non-small cell lung cancer almost 2 years ago. Around this time of year, in fact. So, I've been dreading telling my dad this diagnosis, not because it is a bad cancer, but, because of that one word: cancer.
Despite trying to tell him that it's probably the best cancer one could have, and that the cure rate is almost 100%, and my prognosis should be incredibly good....he still just focused on the word. I certainly feel better for having off of my stress load....but, now I am struggling with the guilt that I feel better, but he feels worse. Perhaps I shouldn't have told him. Maybe I just should have said that I had something wrong with my thyroid and have to have it removed. I've just never been good at lying or hiding something...not to mention that when he tries to keep something from me about his health, I become extremely upset.
However, what's done is done and I must move on. But, it really isn't as bad as it sounds. So, if like me, you find yourself recently diagnosed with papillary thyroid cancer...it's OK to not be happy about it, but keep in mind: it could be so much worse, so count your lucky stars.