A Graves’ Situation
I thought you would be different from the others. The other women in my family had warned me. They had trusted their thyroids, too. Their lives together seemed perfect — for a time. With each passing year, that trust grew. Like me, they spent their days in denial of your hurtful ways, even when your insatiable need to control became impossible to ignore or explain away. Still, we wanted to believe that we could work things out — without outside help.
In my mid-forties, I could no longer pretend that we were working well as a team. You made me nervous, upset, cranky and argumentative. You kept me exhausted by day and restless by night. Your need to control me became more than I could stand. I had to get help.
It was time for an intervention. After a careful search, I choose a wise medical interventionist. He listened to me, held my hand, presented options for a better future. My Graves situation had a solution. Ah, dear thyroid, you were no match for my hero, Tapazole. My body rallied behind him and the battle soon turned in my favor. He had weapons that I did not possess. I was able to rest again. I was happy again.
Dear Thyroid, our relationship is worth fighting for, yet I hope I don’t have to do battle with you again. We have fought this battle twice. You are on probation. You have been warned. If the choice is between you and me, I choose me!
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