I was hospitalized two weeks ago as I had difficulty breathing. It's not Covid-19. Something I am thankful for. I was subjected to MANY tests. I was poked with lots of needles throughout my stay as they tried to figure out what was wrong. They concluded it was a lung infection - what exactly, they couldn't not pinpoint.
What they discovered in their extensive tests and prodding was that I have Grave's Disease. What I thought I had for two years was hyperthyroidism. But actually I have Grave's Disease which is an autoimmune disease. And it can cause hyperthyroidism. The doctors fear that this has been overlooked and untreated Grave's disease can cause a lot of further complications.
To be honest, I have put this diagnosis aside as I was not ready to pay attention to it or to accept it. It's just been so draining. It's yet another diagnosis to add on to my already very sickly body. I just need time to process it and to come to terms with it, but it just feels like it's another huge hurdle that I need to overcome.
I've been feeling depressed but trying to function as normally as I can. And to some extent, I know I am putting up a face... a facade to keep myself sane. But I know my feelings of lowness and demotivation needs to be taken notice of, and I need to care for myself amidst my busy-ness and lack of sleep.
I feel God has been using different ways to show that He is there for me. A dear, dear friend in the US messaged me when I was in tears just to check in with me and I started sharing with her my sadness and she held that space for me. Also, this popped up on social media that is giving me some hope and I'd like to leave it here as a reminder to myself and for others who are struggling:
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