This afternoon, I got back test results confirming that I have Hashimoto's disease, a condition where your immune system attacks your thyroid gland. Hashimoto's disease is the most common cause of hypothyroidism in the United States and most commonly occurs in women over 60. Symptoms often go undetected because they mimic the signs of aging: thining hair, weight gain, high cholesterol, low energy and depression.
In a way I felt relieved by the diagnosis. I KNEW something was off the last few months. My body just didn't feel right. I had just chalked it up to stress because lord knows I've had plenty of that since my mom's brain tumor diagnosis last August.
I was thankful that my doctor found the condition relatively early, before it lead to serious problems like heart disease, infertility or - god forbid - the emergence of a GOITER - the human body is GROSS.
I am thankful that the condition is highly treatable. Just one little blue pill a day for the rest of my life should balance me out. Just like Viagra does for old derty men. Objectively not a big deal. But kinda a big deal for someone like myself who detests taking any kind of medication.
I left the doctor's office in a bit of a daze. Picked up my new prescription and started calling friends. As the reality sunk in, I became increasingly scared. I felt betrayed by my own body. What other diseases are lurking inside me - waiting for just the right moment to wreak havoc? I felt something I rarely feel: I felt powerless.
So, as soon as I got home, I went straight for the internet. I've always found educating one's self is the key to feeling empowered. I read everything I could about hypothyroidism - alternative therapies, misdiagnosis stories, forums fraught with consipiracy theories. I also read up about Oprah's own brush with hypothyroidism. Seriously, she has gots to stop stealing my thunder ;)
I also found a report ironically released today that suggests hypothyroidism may actually contribute to a longer lifespan. By the time Mr. Diabolina came home with 20 questions for me, my head was spinning. Didn't know quite what to believe. I was hypothyroidism-ed out.
LOVED a line Maya Rudolph says in it, "No one has a love like ours." It's how I feel about Mr. Diabolina. It's how I know I'll always feel. In sickness and health. Til death do us part.
Fashion District dress
Brass Plum wrap sweater
Fashion District belt
Marc by Marc Jacobs shoes and clutch
Me&Ro necklace and earrings
Loving all dresses strapless right now
Scored today's belt in the Fashion District. LOVE!
Strikingly similar to the Tom Binns necklace on the cover on this month's InStyle. There THEY go stealing my thunder again :)
Felt quite sexy today. By design. Wanted to look good at the doctor's office since I had a feeling there'd be some "bad" news. And the confidence I felt definitely helped to soften the blow of the diagnosis. Women are such funny creatures.