DEAR THYROID^TM

Dear Thyroid,

The music cries out and you must dance.   Every hour, every day, the music leads you through a frenzy of unknown steps, spinning and leaping.  You beg the music to stop, but the music, bold and courageous, summons the dance and you must submit to the power of the music.

It is you, the music chose so long ago, for you were the perfect partner, silent but vigilant, dancing a joyful dance.   You were a constant flow of energy filling the air for all to enjoy, happy and contagious in perfect harmony.   What did the music see in you?  Were you getting tired?  Were you feeling blue?  Whatever it was, dear thyroid, I no longer blame you.

You spin and you leap out of control, dancing the dance as the music takes hold.  The bass pounds rapid and the cymbals clang sharp, why oh why, must we dance this dance?  I beg the conductor to bring back the joy, but he does not hear the frantic, placid melody of this horrid noise.  Our muscles cry out, our heart says no more, but most of all our brain shouts, “STOP, I cannot think no more”!!   Trust me he says, the dance is just fine, you are just sad and depressed, you are such a whine.

I took the pills they advised me to, so sorry dear thyroid I did not know you.  They said it would help deplete the blues, darkness and emptiness soon pursued.  My muscles still ached, my brain said no way, you must go off or you will perish today!!  I cried out, let this dance go away, I cannot keep up, it is taking me away!  Conductor after conductor, I searched high and low, not a one could understand your rhythm and flow.

My feet ache with pain, my mood so sad, why dear thyroid must we feel so bad?  You dance and you dance never complaining a day…..you spin and you leap to please me each day.   I whine and I cry for just one to declare, I can end this dance, I really do care.  But year after year, the dance does rein, as we become sicker and sicker with each passing day.   I want it to end, as you do too, but what is the answer, what do we do?

We swing and we sway to the music each day, Hashimoto’s the dance, forever this way.  This unending music, a mystery it’s true, will one day be understood by a conductor or two.  The dance must go on, the music not through, dancing the dance we’ve always danced to.  I promise dear thyroid, loyal to thee, one day the music will set us both free!!

Kathy –

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