The biopsy was disconcerting. I suppose someone sticking needles into your neck is never going to be considered fun, but the doctor was efficient, and very helpful in understanding what was going on.

He said, even before the biopsy was over, that I needed to be in the mindset of having my thyroid removed. There are multiple nodules, and they won’t stop growing. Eventually, they will cut off my air supply, or grow down into my chest cavity. No, thank you.

I have bruises on my neck from where the needles went in. My husband teased me about being a vampire victim. He’s so good to me.

The biopsy revealed that I had precancerous nodules. They are the kind that could turn quickly into cancer. Ok, with that information, you’d think I would already have had the surgery, right? Wrong. I have to wait until March to see an endocrinologist. After that, I’m hoping for a quick decision to operate, and maybe be ok by Easter. So, you see, not really good news or bad news.

My friends are being very helpful. They said that they would make me a steampunk-style writing apparatus so that I can still communicate after the surgery. Strangely, I have a character in a steampunk game we play that cannot speak. Weird how life follows fiction sometimes. They also offered to stay with the kids if we need them to. That’s really nice of them. I kind of wonder how that’s going to work. I figure they will be wrapped around some little fingers rather quickly.

My daughter is now 10 years old. She’s beautiful, smart, and an amazing person. I don’t remember watching her become this. She just suddenly was. It’s fun to have a daughter that is also a friend!

My son will be 7 in March - yeah, awful timing for this whole biopsy thing - and is 7 going on 17. He’s doing great, and although he’s a little miffed that his sister is ALWAYS going to have her birthday first on top of ALWAYS being older than him, he’s handling it pretty well.

We’re under a tornado watch right now, with sunny skies. I hope nothing happens before they get home from school.

The book is coming along nicely. Hope to have a finished rough draft by May. Everything’s as good as it can be.

Oh, and Facebook is addictive. Blah.