Thursday, March 31, 2016
Not Exactly One of the Maddening Crowd...
I have had to make rules for myself.
I don't go on forums or join Facebook/Twitter groups for Hashimoto's. Why, you may ask? Well... as much as I could use the support of fellow sufferers, I'm not exactly wild about the way they descend upon new members like... like... a pride of lions falling upon a tasty young morsel of a gazelle that just happens to wander into their territory.
No, seriously, it isn't pretty. I've done my lurking in the background, and I'm Not Going There.
The diets they throw at you, the supplements you should try, the exercises, the regimens, treatments... every single snake-oil miracle cure-all you can think of will be thrown at you, and gods help the person who says, "No, thanks, really, I'm not even remotely interested."
I also don't do more than look at new research from the CDC or NIH, or even the Mayo Clinic. Why? Because mostly, I'm just looking at new treatment options, or if they've figured out what causes it, etc. But I'm not going to torture myself with looking at causes (except in regards to keeping my kids from getting this) or whatever new diet/supplement/vitamin/you name it they may suggest only to later say, "Sorry, our studies weren't as clear-cut as we'd thought, this doesn't really work."
I had to recently make another rule for myself. I am not allowed to look at the list of secondary autoimmune diseases people who have Hashimoto's have a tendency to develop.
I ended up shaking for two hours and had to sternly remind myself that I was being quite ridiculous and not to torture myself like that.
I need to deal with what is in front of me now and not borrow trouble from the future, as my mother used to say.
Life goes on. I roll with the punches, and I keep moving as best as I can. I feel the wind on my face, I watch the roses bloom on the back porch, and the jasmine on the front porch, I listen to my son tease my daughter and make her laugh, and listen to my daughter fuss at my son and make him laugh, I watch the ducks waddle contentedly through the grass in the backyard, and try to keep Muta the Magnificent from crushing my legs as he purrs in my lap. Life goes on, and I will have good days, and I will have bad days, and as long as I keep moving and keep remembering the good things in my life, I think I'll be okay.