Today I returned home from my exile to the West Virginia mountains after receiving my iodine-131 treatment last week for thyroid cancer. While there was certainly a “vacation” aspect to the whole thing (yes, I got to do a lot of skiing, thank you very much), it’s good to be home and rejoin my family.
It’s kind of a weird thing to be away because you’re “sick,” but not really be sick. On Monday, a coworker set up a webcam so I could listen in on an all-hands meeting (I was still working remotely, after all), and one of the account managers asked how I was. I was fine, my coworker said. “She’s been skiing,” he told her. I suddenly felt a little guilty that I was spending a week at a ski resort in January, ostensibly for health reasons. It all seemed kinda shady.
