Don't even think for a second that you are going to get me - to bring me down. You won't win. I'm stronger and no matter what it is that you think you can throw at me - cancer, hashimotos, graves, anxiety, weight gain, anemia -
you can shove it.
In fact I already have plans to get rid of you, but first I have to find out exactly how bad you think you might be . . . either way you are out.
So kiss your ass goodbye.
I know (now) that you've been lurking around for years - nudging me with anxiety, miscarriage and weight ups and downs. Not until recently did you get the guts to show your face with not one, but five nodules.
(Funny T-shirt, sold on some Throid info sites.)
You have given me no other choice - surgery. And while that will be completely unpleasant - it's what I have to do and if you bring cancer, as you might, I will deal with that too - and I will win.
Thyroid, you’re a bully! And you have scared me . . . but only for a moment. The more I learn the more I am able to fight you - just like the countless thousands of others who also fight you every day.
(who ever thought I was well-balanced . . . certainly not now - lol - well maybe I'll be even better than before!)
I believe that you have come here for a reason . . . I am to learn something from this and I will be stronger because of you. You will not bring me down.
We are at war you and I . . . and we meet again on May 4th . . . funny how you choose my Dad's birthday to let me know whether you are cancer or not. Touché!