O meu top de comentários:
Comentário da Fufuberry:
(...) Most thyroid cancer scars become invisible after a while, but mine created too much scar tissue, so it's pretty visible and probably always will be. I've learned to be okay with that. It runs from the right side of my neck up to my left ear. People who I have NEVER SPOKEN TO EVER IN MY LIFE come up to me and give me tips and ideas for things to rub on it to make it less visible. Who does that? That's such rude behavior! Or my favorite is when friends and family see me for the first time since this ordeal and come out with "oh your scar isn't that visible at all! It looks just like a necklace!" 1. If it's not so visible, why are we *talking* about it? 2. I would never wear a necklace that looks like a scar. That'd be a damn ugly necklace. They don't sell those at claire's or JCPenny.
Comentário do Deltadawn:
Yeh. Everybody's got problems. It's not a contest.
What I don't get is why so many people seem to think that minimizing the pain and fear of it will make it easier to bear. Don't insult my intelligence, please. Don't ever insult my intelligence, please, especially when you are trying to help me get through a scary illness. At every stage (tentative diagnosis, biopsy, staging, treatment planning) everyone kept telling me,
I felt so lonely when they talked to me this way. I have cancer. That means I'm not allowed to talk about death? How about baldness? May I talk about that?
They were trying to help me, they loved me, they were scared - I know, I know and I appreciate it. I really do. I'm venting here.
Now, when people tell me that they or someone they care about is getting a biopsy or has cancer already, I tell them what I always wanted hear - That's terrible! That's terrifying! How are you doing? What do you want to know?
Tenho uma amiga que cada vez que me via comentava: "Ahhh, a tua cicatriz está maravilhosa, não se nota nada!", mesmo se me visse TODOS os dias. E às vezes o discurso continuava: "está muitooo menos inchado, de frente nem se nota!" (e o perfil, não existe?!)
Obvio que isso me punha doida. Até porque se nota, e muito:
(apesar da foto não estar genial, dá para ver a diferença de coloração da pele do rosto (rosada) e da pele do enxerto (amarelada). Claro que até ficou bem, claro que podia ter ficado pior, claro que ainda vai desinchar com o passar do tempo (não totalmente mas mais um bocadito).
Mas dava tudo para ter a minha mandíbula de volta, com os meus dentes, e poder mexer a minha língua normalmente, e que não se notasse nada na fala. Porque o mais importante para mim são as sequelas que não estão à vista.