An Ode to Thyroidina

Oh, you cantankerous little gland. For two plus decades you served your purpose so very swell-

Perhaps you were taken for granted, a plight your host has known often and  well.

 Whilst our third decennial neared, you rebelled, attacked, making me your poached –

Bringing countless health issues, and on youthful vitality, savagely encroached!

You made raven tresses fall with tears on my pillow, and with haste, depleted once fresh vigor –

You incited mood swings and fatigue. You caused undesirable “parts” to grow bigger!

 Oh, but with dreaded needles and hours of waiting, came the words: “Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis”-

No big deal, it runs in Dad’s family…with thyroid hormones, I’ll BEAT THIS!

Life moved on, the levels watched; as necessary, Synthroid dosages adjusted-

Another ten years passed, all seemed better…and in the Endocrinologist, I simply trusted. 

In the oddest of timing, again you asserted your wild, unyielding rebellion-

Reawakening issues with overall health - you mean little, destructive, half –ounced,  HELLION! 

With renewed determination, you again declared war on me, your innocent host-

Thyroid Cancer suspected; Surgery ordered - and radiated iodine, secondary, at most.

 Oh, Thyroidina –  but who has the last laugh?

I? Recounting your terror, while in a relaxed, reclined, and recuperative position? –

You?  With that hideous moniker?  In a jar - In the office of a well-paid physician?

 Hah! Victory is mine-

No longer will you burden me with ailments hard defined!

 I’m beginning afresh, with turtle necks and 60s inspired scarves-

A lifetime of Synthroid and Cytomel, and a “soon-to-be delicate” scar.

 Thyroidina, my newly defeated nemesis, your remaining days, will BE ...

 Benign, in a jar – no longer able to torment ME!

 TLH

 

Day 2 - Post Op at Northside Hospital.... Still very swollen and very drugged!
But...on the road to full recovery!