Again, I feel like I've gotten a reprieve in life somehow. I'm one of the rare people whose enlarged thymus is actually minding its own business, sitting around being a thymus and not a tumor--or at least that's what the doctor thinks.
Yesterday, when I met with him, he said that my thymus just didn't look like thymoma (and since I've been obsessively researching the conditon for the past four days, including looking at other CT scans of thymoma, I agree with him.) His thought was that my thymus retained a bit of extra tissue, and is naturally on the big side. So it's most likely been this size, unchanged, since I was 18 or so. What a relief!
I'm not 100% out of the woods yet. He said 3 months between CT scans wasn't enough time to say definetively that it wasn't growing, so he decided to continue monitoring it, with another CT scan in July, and another one 9 months after that. If the CT scans remain unchanged, he's going to spare me any further treatment.
I nearly kissed him when he told me that. My mind was spinning all weekend with all the aspects of my life that would grind to a halt if I was forced to have the surgery: forced weaning of John, no driving for a month, no lifting little boys for months, recovery for months, pain for months, recovery time that coincided with either our cruise or Dan and Kelly's wedding. It was all starting to pile up.
I feel like I can breathe again--like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.