"GOOD" Cancer, Really?

OK, I am pretty sick. I did not expect this at all. I gave up most all driving. My only outings for the last few days have consisted of the hospital, a soccer game, and the grocery store to get stuff for the diet. Earlier this week I did get to go see the Hunger Games with my Mom and Dad (thanks1).Thank you Jordan for taking me to your soccer game and thank's to Nicole (my lovely daughter) for taking me to the store. I look like Quazimoto and just want to stay undercovers. My head is pounding so hard it hurts to hear my own voice. I am taking pain killers but they don't hardly touch it. Last night I got the pain under control enough to go to the store. I'm really trying. I don't like to just lay in bed but yet I wish I could just sleep until this is over. Supposedly I will start feeling better after I start taking my thyroid again. That won't be until after the scan sometime. Sorry for the complaining. I think I'm going to be taking some people up on offers for help. I am so thankful that I have such a great family that have already pitched in. My Dad actually took Bryce to his Pinewood Derby, where he came in 1st place for his den. I am hoping I can continue to watch Jordan's soccer games. It makes me so happy to watch him in his element! I had to miss one this week but he understood. Thanks to all of you for your continued prayers and encouragement. I have also made some online friends on the ThyCa blogs and am constantly reminded how blessed I really am. A new friend was just diagnosed with Stage 4 thyroid cancer. It has spread to her lungs. She has a husband with Alzheimers and no children. But she is so sweet and so cheerful and optomistic and has such a beautiful spirit. I have heard people say that thyroid cancer is the "good" cancer. And some may have a better outcome than others. But I really don't think there is such a thing as a "GOOD" Cancer and I hope nobody would ever tell my new friend she has it! I am sure that whomever says this means that it is a more treatable cancer than others, being that we get to drink the radiation (goody) and have it go through our bodies, our mouths, our esophogus, our stomachs, our intestines and that it hopefully goes directly to the cancer and kills it. I suppose I would still choose to walk in my own shoes rather than some of the loved ones that I have seen suffer tremendously through their own hellish kinds of cancers and treatments. I miss them and wish I would have understood more then of what they were going through.