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The Hand We Are Dealt:

This is me and I'm going to tell you a story, my sweet mothers.

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.

Everyday she tells me how tired she is. 

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.

Her body feels slow and energy less.

She feels like an young woman stuck, trapped, in an old and deteriorating body.

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.

Looking in a mirror at herself is hard, she doesn't like the person looking back. I wish she could see what I see.

I've seen how sad this disease has made her my whole life. I hate it. I've always been scared of it.

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.