It was the late summer of 2009. I went to donate blood at the local Knights of Columbus Centre. My iron was too low to give a donation. This had happened to me before but this time the nurse suggested that I see a doctor. For awhile I brushed it aside and figured I should just eat some more meat. (I dont really like meat a whole lot).
I finally decided to book an apt. with a doctor. I didn't have a family doctor so I went to the orphan patient clinic. I met with a Dr and his student doctor. Maybe because I knew his student from high school , or because I appeared young healthy, the doctor asked me if I would like to become his patient. This was great because many families in town did not have a doctor. He told me to take iron supplements and said his office would be in touch for a "meet and greet".
A few weeks later I had a meet and greet with a nurse practitioner. I had actually known her most of my life since she went to my church. She asked me about my medical history. My dad has type 1 diabetes and my Mom has graves disease, which is a thyroid disease. She felt my thyroid area and noticed a small lump. I had no idea it was there. I likely wouldn't have found it for years. I cried that night when I told my boyfriend Peter. My brain kept saying it would be nothing, but I couldn't help but wonder what it was and what caused it.
My journey started with these questions.
I can't help but noticed how everything just happened and lead me to the discovery of the lump. That lump would soon totally change how I looked at life and most importantly, how I treated myself.
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