From One Thyroid To Another, Please Do Me This One Favor, Please
Dear Thymon, My Thyroid:
Thanks for your letter to me. I didn’t know how you felt. Maybe we can call a truce. I said MAYBE!
I really need you to do something for me first. You need to communicate with another thyroid for me. No fooling around. You need to have a serious talk with my niece’s thyroid. You need to find out why it’s doing what it’s doing to her and make it stop.
Yesterday morning at breakfast, my niece told me that she has been having mood swings and flipping out for no reason. The doctor told her she needs to find an endocrinologist because she has a thyroid problem. She’s scared. Very scared. Thymon, she’s only 17! She has the rest of her life ahead of her. She’s a beautiful girl in her senior year of high school and she wants to be a nurse. She can’t have any memory fogs. How will she study? What if she fails a crucial test?, Please tell her thyroid not to mess her up like you did to me.
I go to bed every night thinking “Why me?” Now I know why. I can use my experience to tell my niece that it isn’t the end of the world and introduce her to others that can help her. It broke my heart when we were talking about it and her mom and dad said that when her mood swings start, she pleads with them “Help me!” They said that they don’t know how to. I know what it feels like to suffer alone with this. When it first started with me, I suffered alone. But, thanks to Mary Shomon and finding this site through her site, I now know that I am not alone. My husband also has someone else in his life that will now believe what he is going through when he deals with my mood swings and everything.
I know my niece had always loved me, but she would look at me like I was from another planet sometimes when I did and said crazy things, and I had my mood swings. To be fair to her, I guess I just seemed crazy. Now this shared condition has brought us closer together in one day than we had been since my husband first introduced me to his family 10 years ago.
Again, Thymon, thanks is in order. I really mean it this time. I really have a huge favor to ask of you. Please have a chat with her thyroid and tell it not to be too hard on her right now. She has a full life ahead of her. At least let it wait until she hits 30 like when it happened to me. She needs to be able to realize her dreams.
She needs to be able to deal with her last year of high school, college and the beginning of her life. She doesn’t need someone like you to mess her up. 17 is too young to feel as if you are 100 years old. If you can’t, I understand. I just am glad that she has someone who can help her now when she cries out for help.
I gave her Mary Shomon’s site and this wonderful site and promised her that together we share something that no one else understands, except for a few select people and that whenever she wanted to talk about it, there would always be someone around, even if she just needed someone to hold her when she cried. I told her that together we would embark on a world that was sad, happy, ugly, beautiful, sane, crazy and so weird that it was almost unreal.
I hugged her, gave her a kiss, said “Hold on to my hand; close your eyes and just jump.” She took my hand, and I told her “Just don’t let go. I’m with you all the way.” As we walked out of the restaurant into the sun, my heart swelled. It was a new beginning for the both of us.
(Bio) “Hi. My name is Jackie, and I am 40 years old. My life ended as I knew it, the Spring I turned 30. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Doctors insisted I was crazy. I almost believed them. Thank you, Dear Thyroid for your site. I hope this letter I write will finally allow me to accept my condition…