Thyroid Cancer Comrade...

Walking through the waiting area of the nuclear medicine department, I saw a woman with a bandage on her neck.

"Thyroid?" I asked.
"Yes," she smiled.
"Welcome to the team," I said, showing the scar on my neck. "Looks like you are 2 weeks behind me."
"Cancer?" she asked.
"Why else would I be in a nuclear medicine department?" I laughed.
She nodded. "Don't worry," I encouraged her, "you'll be fine!"

We high-fived and moved on, sharing a common experience that neither of us could have foreseen 2 months ago.

I guess I'm part of another sub-group now (8,000 new cases a year; 250,000 survivors in the US).