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Valerie’s Fight Like a Girl Story (Thyroid Cancer and Fibromylagia)

Valerie's Story (Thyroid Cancer_Fibromylagia) My name is Valerie Serrano and I am 26 years old (for only 11 more days). I am currently battling Thyroid cancer, fibromyalgia, Hoshitmotos Thyroid Disease, along with some other health problems. My mom passed away 4 1/2 years ago from small blue cell carcinoma, and my dad had melanoma. Coming from a family with two parents that had cancer, my reaction to learning that I had cancer was still complete shock to myself and my husband.

I can’t lie, my body is tired from all of the pain and medications that I am on. However, I am fighting like a girl. I’ll start radiation next month and under go many other tests. Last month, I had surgery to remove my entire thyroid and some lymph nodes. My doctors thought that they got all of the cancer, but now I’m being told that they didn’t get all of it. That was another blow to the heart.

If it weren’t for my hubby, family and friends, I honestly don’t think I would have survived through all of this. What keeps me going strong is knowing that I have my mom as my guardian angel. She fought like a girl until the very end. When I get down, I remind myself of how strong she was, and if she were here with me, she would be pushing me to fight.

My surgery has left me with two scars that aren’t very pretty. At first I was embarrassed because I thought people would stare at me. I’m four weeks out from surgery, so my scars are really new and bright. My neck looks like someone slashed my throat.

When I first removed the bandages, I cried. My husband was a sweetie and told me how beautiful I was. Even then I still wasn’t convinced, but then my sister left a beautiful picture on my Facebook. It read “Your scars are beautiful. They tell a beautiful story of healing, grace & love.”  Then my cousin left a picture that read “Never be ashamed of a scar. It simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.” After reading these I realized that my scars are my badges of honor. My scars remind me that I survived.

Valerie S
New Mexico
Submitted 8-20-2012

The informational content of this article is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.

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    I very much empathise with the scar on the neck; red, new, puffy with the glue to add shine!

    In a frozen foods section, a woman accompanied by a child stopped what she was doing after staring at my neck. She grabbed the child’s hand & left post haste. I felt guilty! I worried that she was attacked st some point in her life. Then I was sad; because I know how many people are scared to be around cancer survivors (as if its catching).

    Heal quickly. I can only guess at the next TX steps (as they were erroneously presented to me with only half a lobe removed). I pray that RA 131 (Correct) is not in your future.


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