I’d Prefer A Rent Controlled Thyroid, To An Evicted One… I Think
(Written by Pattie, Benign thyroid tumor)
Dear Lost Thyroid,
I lost you more than a month ago. I was happy you were gone. You weren’t doing your job anyway and you had a 4.2cm tumor on you too. You and this tumor were such good friends that you welcomed it. You allowed it to grow everywhere in my throat. Like it owned the place. Like it was not just a guest, but a new resident. I was SO glad you were gone. You and your tumor friend, who was determined to be benign, were evicted.
Each morning, my lovely husband wakes me up with coffee just the way I like it and gives a sweet kiss. It is my favorite part of the day. Not the waking part, but the love part. 🙂 He doesn’t mind that I have morning breath or bed head. This morning was no different than any other morning. “Good morning Love”, smoochie smoochie. So, I sit up and take those first precious sips. I hear my husband leave the house for work. Ahhh, coffee. It usually is a great way to start the day. This morning something bad happened. Normally it would just be an annoyance, but today I couldn’t handle it. I get occasional weakness in my arms these days. I think that must be what happened. My very full coffee mug fell out of my hand. I just lost my grip for no reason at all. My coffee went all over. The wall, the lamp, my sheets, the floor, and the worst- my cell phone. I absolutely LOST IT! I immediately started crying uncontrollably. I couldn’t stop. Not even long enough to take a shower. Time started to run out on me. So, I called my husband, eager to hear his calming reassuring voice. As he was talking to me, I realized that I was behaving like a five year old girl who broke something of Mommy’s. This realization did not halt the crying, it only made it worse. I still don’t know how I managed to get ready for work and get there, but I did. Somehow. My phone has everything in it. My Outlook calendar reminds me of things that I forget (which is everything these days). So now, my phone doesn’t work. Now what was holding me together is not working. I am lost yet again!
I have lost myself! I don’t recognize the woman in the mirror. The heavy woman with dark circles under her eyes. The woman that rarely smiles, and snaps at everyone. The woman whose clothes don’t fit anymore. The woman who is SO tired that she sometimes doesn’t care what she looks like, even when going to work. The woman who has no motivation, no spirit, no life, no energy, no control over emotions, no memory, no concentration, no stamina…. and no joy! Who is this person? A month ago she was stressed about her upcoming thyroidectomy and the possible big “C”. But at least I knew who she was. She was recognizable. That was me. Who is this woman now? She is 10+ lbs heavier and looks and feels like all joy and energy and life has just been sucked out of her. I should be joyous. The tumor was benign. I am healing. My neck hardly hurts at all anymore and life can go on. But it’s not.
I know I am missing you, dear thyroid and that is why I am not me. I thought you weren’t doing any work for me. I know now that you were doing your best. I had blood tests last week. So, I called my doctor to check on it. My meds take a while to be effective. Which means, even after I get my dose adjusted I have more waiting. I had to leave a message for her nurse. I am sure that I sounded like a lunatic. “Help! I am not well. Please hurry and adjust my meds.”
My husband misses his wife, my 4 boys miss their mom, my employer misses their competent employee, and I MISS ME. Please help me find her!
Bio: Pattie Benger- A 33 year old woman who has lived with her defunct thyroid for many years before it was recently evicted. I have four boys and a patient husband, work full-time and go to school part-time. You can read my blog.
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