After All Is Said and Done, I Remain: Undefined by You
Written by Anon (Hashimoto’s patient)
We are swiftly approaching our 50th birthday, and you have been causing trouble with increasing symptoms that make it appear as if you are having a temper tantrum. Seven years ago, after the doctor biopsied the five nodules in you, it really wasn’t a surprise to either of us to find out the diagnosis was Hashimoto’s. My mother and sister had both been diagnosed already, they both were taking Synthroid, Mom’s thyroid was surgically removed, and I had been complaining of fatigue for years.
Now, Dear Thyroid, as we approach the mid-century mark I want you to know that I refuse to be defined or labeled by this disease. You can have your mid-life crisis if you want to. There is so much more to me than a “diseaseÃ¢â‚¬ and I refuse to be labeled like that. I would rather be known as a great Mom, my 21 yr old son wants to take skydiving lessons this summer and has asked me to go with him. I said, yes! I refuse to wait to see if I will feel well enough. There are other things that define me more than this disease, wife, friend, daughter, employee, boss, creator of fun stepping stones.
Your symptoms have led me to try to educate myself and explore some alternative treatments outside the medical community that I work in, and I worry sometimes that it could affect my job. I don’t like the fact that you could exert so much influence in my life and in the life of my family. I also miss my sister and resent the part this disease (and diabetes) played in her early death.
So, Dear Thyroid, you may have all the tantrums you desire. I figure that my kids are now all in their 20’s and the odds are good that someday at least 1 of them will give us a grandchild. So until then, I’ll use your tantrums as training for the grandkids!
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