Continuing on from my last post almost two months ago, things have made a turn for the worse. If you thought suffering a miscarriage was bad enough you better hold on. In the middle of last month we went to Japan for a much earned 5 week rest, to switch off, a mind and body reset. Return home feeling fresh, that was the plan. But you see, part of Misa-chan’s miscarriage anxiety was based on fluctuating thyroid levels. It’s been on her mind for a while, and in the first week we were there we decided to see a thyroid specialist. There was some umming and arring, but for two hundred dollarydoos it will give us closure. Or so we thought.
Anyway, long story short, after 4 hours at the specialist I’m told they found a cyst and took a sample for biopsy. A phone call a few days later confirmed it was cancer. Well that’s not good. We were assured she can continue on her life as normal, to come back in six months to reevaluate, but you know, the word cancer comes across as very strong ands it’s not something you want to wait six months on, aggressive or not.
We ultimately made the decision for her to stay in Japan a little longer, and have me return home on my scheduled flight. Misa-chan goes in for surgery on Monday to remove the cancer (and half her thyroid, I believe), and will spend a week in the hospital for recovery and observation. A week is a long time, but here in Australia she’d be home for dinner, and be told to take some Panadol if she felt any pain.
So that was the first week of our five-week long Japan trip. So much for rest and recovery, all we could do is worry. It wasn’t a very enjoyable holiday, but I did manage some activities that were fun. Including:
- Seeing Haku live again
- Finally going to Nagaskai
- Watching the planes land over me at Fukuoka Airport
- Eating ramune ice cream.
Haku were tops, and I’m happy they got to play my two favourite songs. I also bought stacks of merch, and put a few videos onto YouTube.
I returned to Australia on Tuesday last week and it was a sad time. I cried multiple times when saying goodbye to Misa-chan at Fukuoka Airport. The hardest was when walking through the security, I kept looking back and tears were just streaming down my cheeks. I haven’t cried for so long. As we were taxiing to the runway, I saw her at the observation deck and waved. She saw me waving, too. I’m so happy I was able to get video of her from the plane. I continued to cry for most of the flight to Narita.
We’ve been chatting every day, lots of SMS, video calls. I miss her so much, it’s very lonely here without her. But I kinda went and got a sneaky tattoo done on Monday of her name. Whenever I’m feeling sad or anything, I can look down and be instantly reminded of what always brings me great happiness and love. It stung quite a bit, but three days later it’s healing quite fine and really, the only pain I have is in my face because I had two wisdom teeth pulled.
Yes, that’s right. Not being content with a tattooed wrist and a broken heart, I decided to bring more pain to myself by cracking a wisdom tooth while eating dinner last weekend. It was a huge crunch, and suddenly everything I ate or drank brought a dull pain to that tooth. No worries, I’ll have it pulled. The dentist agreed that it can be pulled, and that the top wisdom tooth looks decayed and should also be pulled, if I want, like a two in one special or something. So why not! Anyway, it’s been two and a half days and the pain lingers. At moments it’s a 1/10, then it suddenly hits 6/10. I should be at work right now, but I finally used a sick day. The Panamax and the Panadeine Fortes are working well to dull the pain – obviously not taken at the same time – and the warm salty water rinse helps keep it clean. I’ve also invested in a heat pack as it’s painful in the whole left half of my face, not just where the teeth were pulled from.
And that’s really all I got to say for now. Maybe I’ll write more about our Japan holiday later on. But for now, the face pain is starting to return and it’s hard to go on like this.
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