My Hyperthyroidism StoryHello,
I'm a 15 year old girl who was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism when i was only 13 years of age.
It all started when my mother noticed i was having tremors, followed by heart palpitations. My parents didn't know what to think of it so they let me be. A few weeks later my mother had received a disturbing phone call from my school.
I had walked out of class asking to go to the bathroom, i walked in looked in the mirror and everything went fuzzy. I stumbled to my left and the world went black. I woke up on the middle of the girls washroom floor a half hour later. Nobody came to get me. I instantly started crying and wattled into the classroom just as the school day ended. I told the teacher i had passed out in the bathroom and i was unaware of what happened. That's when my mother was called, and she took me in for blood work.
I came back positive, i did indeed have hyperthyroidism.
My family physician told me no physical activities, or anything that would stress my heart out since it was already pumping 105 beats per minute.
My family physician then took the initiative to get me a children's physician. Someone with more expertise. However, that was not the case. The man was clueless on what to do to me, so he called in the big one.
He called McMaster Children's Hospital for Sick Kids.
I was then transferred over to a specialist in mcmaster who declared me "a rare case"
He told me he had never seen another child like me. He set up a team of doctors who would track my thyroid and myself. He called it "my specialized team".
I was then placed on medicine and had to go for blood work every 2 months.
All was good for the rest of that year, well as good as it got.
Then early September last year, something horrifying happened. My thyroid went dead. It turned hypo. I lost a majority of my hair and always felt extremely tired.
I was then booked and emergency appointment with my specialist (not in my every 6 months schedule)
When i got it, my thyroid started up again, still hyper.
So he made me go every month for blood work and my dosage stayed the same.
Sometimes, i felt my life was unfair; difficult; different. I handled the stress the only way i knew "cry"
I'd cry my eyes out sometimes, hoping it'd end.
In the end though (as in today) i am currently allowed to do physical activities, my thyroid seems to be under control, and i'm happy.
I'm actually very proud to be a hypothyroidism patient because it gives me a sense of pride in myself. <- I know that sounds weird.
Hyperthyroidism changed my view on life, i now look towards the positives and not negatives. I laugh as much as possible, smile as often as i can, and raise my voice so people can hear me.
I plan to use this to my advantage. I plan on writing a book about my experiences and hopefully get it published. (It's currently in the process of editing)
So yeah, that's my story.
Sorry if it bored you to death :P
Thanks for listening!