Mama Oh So Glam

There is a wonderful site out there that provides comfort for Thyroid sufferers with an interesting addition.  They write letters to their diseases & reading through them is actually very upsetting.  It seems that there are so many of us that have had almost the exact same journeys.  A common theme is the misdiagnosis and rudeness we have to face with Doctors.  It took me 4 years to get diagnosed.  Then we moved across county and I’m back at square one & still not found a supporting Doctor.

Many Doctors base their results purely on TSH levels, which are very commonly within’ normal range for many sufferers of Thyroid disease.  I don’t wish to go into so much about this right now, because there is so much to cover, but I did feel it would be worth writing my own Dear Thyroid letter, but not to my Thyroid.  I want to address mine to friends & family, who will most likely never actually see this.

Dear Friends & Family,


It’s been a long few years of  ups & downs - mainly downs - and I wish I could go back and take all the complaints back.  I see myself and my moaning as repetitive & exhausting.  There’s always something wrong.  A new symptom, a new possible diagnosis, a new medication.  I have became the person on Facebook who’s status updates are one complaint after the other & I see behind your smiles that your eyes are rolling.


You just need pull yourself together’  If only I had a pound for every time I heard that.
‘I know you can push through this’  You do?
‘It won’t help if you don’t get out and do something!’  It would help if physically I could!


I appreciate that you are only trying to make me feel better and hoping that chucking out the positives will somehow make everything easier… But do you really think I want to be consumed by illness & live like this?  Do you think I want to miss out on so much of life? 


Don’t you realize how much I envy you?  Your ability to get out of bed in the morning and enjoy your morning coffee?  To know you can jump in the shower & start your day feeling fresh and energetic?  Before my eyes open i’m already feeling dizzy & my limbs are already aching and my 12 hours of sleep hasn’t made me feel even slightly rested!  I most likely have a migraine & I probably feel sick to my stomach, because my auto-immune disease has made friends with others & now I can’t even eat the same bread as you for my morning toast! You will be going out of the door soon, to work.  I still haven’t opened my eyes and the children are fighting already & it’s coming on close for 8.30am.  If only I could get up as easily as you in the morning… If only I started feeling awake by mid-morning, or afternoon, or even evening!


Then some days I wake up and the symptoms are not so bad.  I actually feel I might get something done today.  Maybe even enjoy myself out of the house.  You are so pleased.  I’m better, right! I’m over the worse.
Its such a shock when by evening I’m back to my useless, symptom raging self and suddenly I suck all the sunshine out of your life. 
You don’t realize that even on a good day, I’m not well.  I’m good at putting a smile on my face & I’m good at telling you I’m okay.


I love you all & I don’t blame you for misunderstanding my disease.  I am angry too & I am sick of myself as much as you are.  And I am always thankful for your effort to support me.

Please your mind with the cheerful classic Yazz song, ‘The Only Way is Up’,  for today is the day I take a piece of sunshine for myself and avoid plummeting into a an abyss of what we like to call rock bottom!

I am long past the days where my morning routine was structured around the priority of straightening my hair before God forbid! anybody were to see me… Six years of responsibilities changed that.  Now my morning priority is making sure my loyal boyfriend-fit-jeans are clean enough to pull on in time for the children’s school walk.  Yes, those jeans that you have slipped into 7 days in a row because they just about get away without a good ironing.  And no, there was no time to brush your own hair let alone pull the GHDs through!

I arrive at the school (usually 5 minutes late) & catch a look at some of the other Mothers rushing out of the school playground, ready to go and do something even slightly more interesting than my own plans.  They have full make-up, skinny jeans & the latest fashionable coat.  But it’s their silky, perfectly styled hair that catches my eye.. My very green-with-envy eye!

I mourn the little things that I now have to dismiss… because i’m a Hashimoto’s sufferer.  Hashimoto Thyroiditis is an auto-immune disease that attacks the Thyroid.  I have been it’s victim for a few years now and it has made life very difficult.  There is just about enough energy in me to be a good Mother and that leaves none left for myself.

But now I’m done with the Frump & ready for the Glam!

Blogging has gave people a voice.  A voice that is your entitlement in a world of free speech & a gateway to finding truly understanding web surfers who gather together in a united stand against life! And so it is with great pleasure I present you with my own little piece of web-space where I hope to document my journey through-out the woes of life & Thyroid disease, grabbing Mothers, Fathers — pretty much anybody really — to board the bloggietrain with me!