Well, this wasn't the party I was planning for my 50th. There's not really an eloquent way to share this kind of news, ya know? And it REALLY SUCKS to say it out loud. It makes my mouth go dry, hands shake, and pulse quicken. But there it is. I have cancer. When I planned this #50daystoFifty a couple of months ago - I didn't have this in my content plan. How dramatic of me to raise the bar. *OMG all the eye rolls* Although, if you know me or have been here a while, you know I write my way through hardship. Some of my best work, my best art, comes from pain and anguish. So .... you're welcome? The quick deets? Thyroid cancer, papillary (most common and most treatable) or Hurthle cell (more aggressive). Tests this week to see if it has metastasized. Surgery for a total Thyroidectomy, if hasn't spread. Throw a neck dissection as an ala cart side to the Thyroidectomy, if it has. Anyhoo - this is bullshit. I'm calling it right here, right now. Cancer is some kind of asshole coming i...