Hi. My name is Catherine and I have Hashimotos disease.
I think this is where you say, “Hello Catherine.”
I used to be afraid to say that I have Hasimotos disease online, afraid that companies wouldn’t hire me or take me seriously if they knew that I have “Hahimotos.”
What’s that? A Japanese boyfriend?
Nothing like shooting yourself in the foot before you get to the job interview.
I felt this way until Oprah announced on her show that she suffers with the same disease. I then felt like I could stand behind her and shout, “See! See all that she does in her life!? We can do anything.”
Facebook over the years has helped a lot too. If people could post their drunk-college-mascara-under-their-eyes-from-crying-and-saying-I-love-you-to-everyone photos for the world to see, then a little Hashimotos is nothing by comparison.
It is said that as many as 36 to 60 million (or more) Americans suffer from some sort of thyroid disease. That’s quite a family I’ve got.
My thyroid disease shows up in the form of hypothyroidism and this hypothyroidism is caused by my Hashimotos disease. That’s my story.
Since you mentioned Thyroid Awareness Month…
Well that’s not the entire story, because this year (2012) I am going to take you (if you are willing) on a little journey with me to feel the best that I can feel. I am out to prove that people can thrive with thyroid disease (Oprah please do well with that network thing of yours – no pressure). Hell, some thyroid people even go out and start a top blog website called, “8 Women Dream” while working full-time and raising two teenagers (one the son, one the ex).
Anything is possible.
And, well Thyroid Awareness Month seemed like the perfect time to start telling my stories here.
This year I will share my weight loss stories, my exercise stories, my medical stories, my food stories, my wine stories (see some things don’t change), my pill stories (no not my son although he is a teenager now), my doctor stories in the hopes that I will make you laugh and understand
Oprah Hasimotos disease.
It is a part of who I am but it is not all that I am.
I am in the process of making over this blog to tell my thyroid stories, but don’t worry, the old stories from raising my son are still here. You can find them on the top menu titled, MOM & BRIAN 2005-2010.
My thyroid stories will still include him from time to time because he was the reason I fought for the medical protocol I am now on and the reason (in the beginning) that I got out of bed every day before my doctor understood what was wrong. There’s nothing like a hungry kid standing over you at 6:00 in the morning saying, “Mom! I’m hungry!” to give you a reason for getting your ever-growing butt out of bed — thyroid or no thyroid.
This is the hand I have been dealt so I am going to play it with everything I’ve got. It’s the only life I have.
Besides, my mother and grandmother have/had this disease — nothing ever stopped them.
My Irish grandma used to juggle oranges while she told me stories of grand adventures of a little mouse. She was something else.
My mother is 83. She still folk dances, drives and goes to college.
My disease is the legacy these women have left me … and so I must go out into the world and find answers.
I promise I’ll make us laugh.
Won’t you join me this year?