hypothyroid

WORST of the weekend - It was a short story my sister and I read years ago; I do not remember the name or the author. A horror story - a woman, a man who loved her but she chose another. Years later, the rejected man met an elderly infirm woman, who reminded him of the woman he had loved. Through astute observation and knowledge of what withholding thyroid supplements would do, he realized her husband had withheld her medication, and she had lost her reason, her physical ability, her youth. Needless to say, he returned the thyroid supplemention, she was restored, her husband vanquished and love won out.

A dramatic story, a dramatic ending, a testament to more successful living through chemicals. Right now, and for the last three weeks, I have been off my meds. In an induced state of hypothyroidism, the radioactive uptake and subsequent treatment will be better.

But this weekend, I felt off. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. There is an ability to detach, to stand aside and know this is for a season, and there is a good reason to endure. At the same time, the feelings of dis-ease are real, and I find the restlessness that pervades my all difficult.

Comments

[Chris Mohr]

Anj,

Wishing you the best for your upcoming treatment...

The story you mentioned is Dorothy Sayers' "The Incredible Elopement of Lord Peter Wimsey."

In peace and friendship,
Chris M.

[anj]

Chris M - Wouldn't you know it was Lord Peter. I have her short stories of his, I want to get that one out, and re-read it, Thanks for the best wishes.