You Are A Thyrocious, Vile Thyroid, Shame On You
This is why I hate you and miss you at the same time. At one point in my life, while I still had you, I was an insulin-dependent diabetic. You helped me to lose the weight and I was able to stop using the needles. Life was good, wasn’t it thyroid? We were such good pals. Over the years, working as a team, we went from a size 28 to a size 4. Those were good times.
Just last year, we were doing so well together that they took me off all my diabetes medication because we had everything under control. Do you remember? We were so happy. It was a day neither of us thought would ever come.
But then you got sick on me, dear thyroid. You betrayed my body and me. You back stabbing little bitch. I’m facing my third neck surgery because of you. And even though you are gone, as is most of the cancer, I still have a year of cosmetic surgery and treatment to remove the hideous scar you insisted on leaving behind. A scar that is a constant reminder of how good life used to be before you started hating me.
But that wasn’t bad enough, was it? I’ve gained twenty pounds since you left and even though I’m on the same diet that worked so well for us these last six years, my blood sugar is now out of control. Instead of being off all medication, I’m up to 20 pills a day. The diabetes medication makes me sick, and you know that, but yet now I have to take it twice a day. And if I still continue to gain weight, I’ll be back on insulin by Christmas.
I don’t know what I did to piss you off so much that you had to destroy my body. But here I am, learning to live life without you.
(Bio) Chris is a 29-year-old thyroid cancer survivor still waiting for remission. An aspiring author, she spends her free time with other thyroid cancer survivors, freelance marketing, baking for friends, reading and playing with her two dogs.