Oh, Dear Thyroid, Can’t We Please Gland Along?!
You’d think I would have started asking for rent already. You know, a monthly fee of some sort to justify the presence of this ugly thing that’s living with me; a most unwelcomed roommate. A funny thing happens after a diagnosis: your body keeps reminding you just how sick you are. Sure, you may still have the same personality or temperament, and if you’re lucky, you may even look the same. But once you hear those words (whichever specifics they happen to be), your body continues doing painful and strange and expensive things to remind you that you’re no longer alone in this skin. With a blood test and a history of symptoms, your suspicions have been officially confirmed; you’ve got a roommate for life.
Disease, also, is the guest you didn’t invite, the third wheel, the rain cloud that follows us unrelentingly, at every social function, every dinner, every coffee and tea, every car drive and meeting and picture snapped. We keep trying to outrun and outshine it, but there it is, right next to us (the person), announcing its presence so loud that everyone forgets that before a diagnosis, you were only one.
If we’re really being honest, disease is the first thought in the morning (because, of course, disease requires maintenance and things like pills and timing) and also the thoughts right before bed. It’s the dreams we have while sleeping and the fantasy that one day we’ll wake up to it gone (which hasn’t happened yet).
Because we clearly distinguish between the person and the sickness, we act. We get mad, angry, we lash out at the disease itself. We think about it, we try to understand it, we research it, and, also, we talk to it — we write, from patient to illness, because illness needs and deserves to be addressed directly. Something has been irrevocably stolen and changed and the fear and unfairness need to be given voice. For those of us with thyroid disease, we call it Dear Thyroid , It’s not only a means of catharsis, but it’s also our attempt at getting this “easily treatable conditionÃ¢â‚¬ taken seriously; our lives and the damage are proof enough, so we share our stories. No disease is easy to treat. No disease is fair. No disease can go unacknowledged. , Our letters to our thyroids are the best way we’ve found to express this.
Kicking Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis’ Ass,
Editor-In-Chief, Dear Thyroid
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