We did it again. Another year, another ThyCa conference in the books. We survived the humidity (barely) and the heat (again, barely) of Houston. Colleen didn’t cry for once. We had surprise hula-ish dancers. We had loud music. We had a lot of good laughs. We made new friends. We had good food. Extremely late night tacos. Good barbecue. Good Italian. Ate a Whataburger. Checked out a Buc-ee’s. I touched a moon rock. I held a $2 million dollar space glove. I was able to create and show my first video. I saw the Mariners play and lose, because of course. I had my room mysteriously upgraded. Then had to move rooms during a busy time. I went to a Dollar Tree for the first time.

Most of all, we were a part of such a special, important event for those newcomers and old-timers alike to this disease.

While I’m not super thrilled to be going back to Houston exactly a year from today, I can easily overlook that to be able to share a few days with my fam.

Last year I left Denver on the last day of the conference which was a new and difficult experience for myself. I’m usually the one saying goodbye and see ya next year to everyone. It made it tough to be the one leaving everyone else behind. This year felt like a return to the old, comfortable ways. Dropping people off at the airport and doing a bit of exploring. It just felt right. Easier.

The person I wrote about previously had a successful thyroidectomy yesterday. I’ve been invited to his daughter’s quinceniera next month, pretty cool!