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| This is me and I'm going to tell you a story, my sweet mothers. |
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| Hypothyroidism. This has run in my family for at least three generations. My mother, my grandmother, and my great-grandmother, along with most of my mother's siblings, and even a handful of cousins have this disease. I've seen my mom suffer with weight, exhaustion, and self-esteem for so many years. All I've ever wanted was for her to feel beautiful, like she truly is. |
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| Everyday she tells me how tired she is. |
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| Her entire adult life she has been trying and failing,and trying and failing, to loose weight. Its a constant uphill, mental, and physical battle for her. |
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| Her body feels slow and energy less. |
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| She feels like an young woman stuck, trapped, in an old and deteriorating body. |
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| Food is always the enemy. Diets work for awhile, then stop working. The pounds coming flooding back on with ease as she gets discouraged and gives up. |
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| Looking in a mirror at herself is hard, she doesn't like the person looking back. I wish she could see what I see. |
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| I've seen how sad this disease has made her my whole life. I hate it. I've always been scared of it. |
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| Last week I found out that I would soon share this burden with my loving mother. I was overwhelmed. I'm scared to share the same path that my mom has had to walk for so long. |
