As I am scrolling through my twitter notifications this morning (follow Laugh Always on twitter here!), I see that I am included with eight other people in a tweet and there is a long thread. I follow along and find out that my blog is nominated for the “Sunshine Blogger Award”!
This is Laugh Always third Sunshine award nomination and honestly, it feels so awesome to be recognized each and every time. I still can’t believe that people other than my loved ones read my blog (read that post here) and whenever I receive recognition like this, it makes me feel like it is worth to keep pursuing what I am doing. I am so greatly honored to be recognized by peers and other bloggers!
What is the Sunshine Blogger Award?
The Sunshine Blogger award is given by bloggers to bloggers who inspire positivity and creativity in the blogging community.
The award not only shines the spotlight on some amazing bloggers and their work, it gives us a chance to get to know them a little better.
So who nominated me you ask? Nicole from “This is All Going On“. She is a mom and a wife – she has three kids! Her blog is all about positive living while battling anxiety, chaos of having twins and chronic pain. Her page is very inspiring and makes you want to get out and live the best life you can!
Nicole has asked that we answer some questions she submitted so here goes nothing!
My Sunshine Blogger Award questions from Nicole:
1.) Is blogging your business, your passion or both?
It is definitely both for me. I am creating a business and a brand but it is also a deep passion of mine to help people and inspire others. I work at this every day, whether it be trying to make new connections or write down my feelings in my blog. I know that helping people and inspiring others is something I want to do the rest of my life. I will keep at it for however long it takes to get going!
2.) How long have you been blogging?
I started Laugh Always in August 2017. I have consistently blogging on here ever since. I also set up an Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter for Laugh Always as well. I have been sharing many stories from people all around the world who have been dealing with difficult journeys
3.) Where do you find your inspiration for your blog?
The inspiration comes from what I have been through and knowing who I was 7-8 years ago. I was really just trying to keep up with my parents passing away so close together and then being diagnosed with cancer twice all at the same time. I think of that girl and how she got through those times and I remember like it was yesterday how I was feeling. I spent a lot of time by myself and didn’t feel like myself for a really long time. I think back to how young I was going through that whole mess and now making it truly mean something. If I went through all of those hard trials, then I’m sure as hell going to make it worth it and inspire others to get through their trials as well!
4.) How did you choose your niche (if you have a niche)?
Inspiration and a little lifestyle was my designated niche for what I wanted to do. I really want to inspire other.
5.) How has your blog transformed since the first post you published?
My blog started out with stories of my life and now I have over 20 stories from other people sharing their rough journeys. I have also integrated different parts of my life on here as well – from being healthy and then to eating healthy. You can view those sections here!
6.) What was the first post you published?
My first post I published was introducing myself and how I came up with Laugh Always. You can read it here!
7.) Do you have other creative pursuits other than blogging?
It has taken me a very long time to accept the fact that I might be a little creative. Growing up, creativity to me was being able to love art, being able to draw or paint or maybe even handwrite very well. Now that our world has gone more to the digital age, I am finding out more and more that I have been creative all along, but on the computer. I made picture collages and picture videos back in high school and with pictures in general, I love decorating or playing around with them. I get this creative feel from my mom for sure because she was creative in the tangible sense where she would sew and craft so many different things for us. All of our Barbie furniture was handmade by my mom! I do have so many other pursuits but trying to stick to blogging as my main one right now! Life is short though you know? Who knows what I might start next!
8.) Do you have siblings? Where do you fall in the birth order? Do you think this affects your life view?
I have a younger sister and a younger brother – you guessed it! I’m the oldest! I don’t know if this affects my life view, but it does affect our personalities for sure and I think that goes for every family. Typically the oldest is the one who is the most independent and I feel like that has been me my whole life. I really didn’t need my parents to help with much, nor did I want them too. My mom would always tell me I was very independent and she could see me being a high powered boss or lawyer one day. When my parents passed away, I definitely felt the weight of the world was on my shoulders to not only take care of my dad initially when he was still alive, but then to take care of my siblings and be the income provider for awhile as my sister and brother were both still in college. I think that I like to be in charge and that comes from being “bossy” which not necessarily a bad thing.
9.) If you could choose any super power, what would it be?
Probably the power to fly. I would always say being invisible but I don’t think it is ideal to spy on people anymore!
10.) What’s your favourite season and why?
SUMMER! Because it’s warm everyday, the sun is beautiful and there is nothing better than watching a sunset on a warm day where you can be outside without a jacket and enjoy a gorgeous breeze.
11.) What would your dream vacation be?
I don’t know what that is exactly. I am lucky that I have absolutely had my dream vacation already and that was my honeymoon to Maui. Another dream destination is Napa Valley in California which is a trip I have already done also and about to repeat this year! I think my next dream vacation would be to Spain and maybe even Italy and a tour of Europe.
What to do if you choose to accept your Sunshine Blogger Award nomination:
Write a post where you:
- Thank the blogger who nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award and link back to their blog
- Answer the questions set by the person who nominated you.
- Nominate 11 other blogs and give them 11 questions to answer.
- List the “rules” and display the Sunshine Blogger Award Logo in your post.
Plus, don’t forget to notify the 11 bloggers you’ve nominated through social media or commenting on their blogs.
My nominations for the Sunshine Blogger Award:
11.) Kiki from She’s Kiki
Questions to my nominees – make sure to answer these in your blog post for the Sunshine Reward and nominate blogs of your own!
1.) Why did you start blogging?
2.) How long have you been a blogger?
3.) Who inspires you on a daily basis?
4.) What is the best meal you have ever eaten?
5.) What makes you a positive or inspiring person?
6.) Why should people read your blog?
7.) What does your ideal day look like?
8.) Where is your favorite destination?
9.) What are three things on your “bucket list”?
10.) Besides blogging, what is another hobby you have?
11.) If you could have an job in the world, what would it be?
I can’t wait to read these new blog posts! To my nominees, please let me know when you post because I would love to see your answers to these questions!
Thanks for reading and thank you Nicole for the nomination!
Until next time,
I recently celebrated five years cancer free – WOOO!!! This is a HUGE milestone because this magical five year mark means that I AM CURED!!! The disease has not come back and it better never come back! I have too much life to live! It means a lot to me, and means more than some other birthdays I have had. This milestone seemed so far away and difficult to get to but I made it.
This post is dedicated to my time spent during cancer and my thoughts and memories. I also thank a whole heck of a lot of people in this blog post. So if you really want to read this, you might want to grab some coffee or a snack because this is a long post! This isn’t all happy either! (Thank you in advance for reading!!)
I remember crying alone in my car when I got the news from my new primary care doctor and how I needed to try to hold it together when I needed to call off work because I was being sent to an oncologist immediately when my first results came back.
I remember coming home to tell my brother, who had to drive me to the oncologist (my brother was 19 at the time) and my sister (22 at the time) meeting us there straight after work. I remember their faces and I remember how I felt. I remember trying to relax and be calm because they were so worried.
I remember getting a bone marrow biopsy which still makes me cringe to this day. It was painful.
I remember shutting everyone out and having my brother and my boyfriend at the time call my family members to tell them the news. I couldn’t bare to talk to anyone and only hung out with a few people that weekend (Memorial Day weekend – so long weekend thank God!)
I remember going for my first PET scan and so many other procedures that I never had to do ever in my life.
I remember my first chemo and how I can’t stand the taste of honey nut cheerios anymore. My first chemo was seven hours and my aunt brought me and then my sister sat with me all of those hours after she worked beforehand.
I remember the taste of those bitter steroid pills that instantly dissolved in your mouth – I would eat them with sour patch kids!
I remember the day my hair starting falling out – I barely could brush it and by the next day, my brother was shaving my head because I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I remember all of my chemo sessions afterwards – my grandma came with me to each one and my grandpa drove us. We sat and talked for four hours every time about everything and anything.
I remember getting the call that I didn’t need chemo anymore and my excitement was short lived because I called you and you couldn’t talk to me to celebrate. We then had a fight and I had to celebrate without you. I remember thinking this wasn’t that big of a deal.
I remember my brother in law and sister taking me out to celebrate I didn’t need chemo anymore because my cancer was gone. I remember some of my friends coming out also since it was so last minute. They made me feel this was a big deal.
I remember my first radiation treatment and how all of the nurses were so nice. My radiologist was so awesome too and I learned so much from him as he too was a Hodgkin’s Lymphoma Cancer survivor. I learned so much more from him that I ever did from my oncologist.
I remember the nurses at St. Margaret’s gave me a head wrap because I wore head wraps to radiation all the time.
I remember celebrating two times with my groups of friends because I was done with radiation and I was cancer free.
I remember getting back to my life somewhat normally – and getting a haircut for the first time and how scary it was to not need a wig anymore.
I remember going in for my 6 month check-up after being declared cancer free. My treatment had worked – 6 months of chemo and three weeks of radiation. I also went for my first mammogram. I had no reason to believe I was going to be a cancer patient again in a week’s time. I was so focused on my life outside of my health and focused on boy drama that it never crossed my mind that I would end up having cancer again.
I remember about a week later I was talking to my oncologist that I had cancer again and then being referred to a fertility specialist all within an hour on the same day because I was also told that my eggs would basically be gone after this round of chemo after a second time. Within an hour, everything came crashing down and I was alone to receive this news.
I remember depending on a person to help me find solace – I remember wanting that person to make me feel better and be there to support me. I felt so broken and lost and lonely and again, it was about how this person was treating me and not how the news of having cancer again affected me. I remember that was my dead on focus and unfortunately I hadn’t let this news sink in of having cancer again. I was a mess and very down.
I remember seeing a therapist for the first time – it is a requirement of someone who is “under duress” needing to freeze eggs caused by a medical condition. We had an hour together and it was on a day where I found out a relationship was no longer going to happen because it was solidified that the other person had moved on. I was devastated all around. I also had to make up my mind in who I would gift my eggs to if something were to happen to me. This is the moment where everything sank in.
I remember going to Northwestern every day for three weeks – driving myself early in the morning going to a fertility clinic where there were couples and pregnant woman and me, being single and nowhere near having babies in my life, was waiting among them. I felt so odd and out of place. I had to go for daily ultrasounds because they were speeding up the “freezing of my eggs” process so I could start chemo ASAP.
I remember having my egg procedure done and the nurse in the room holding my hand, both of her hands gripped my hand tight and how sweet she was. Whoever she was, she brought me so much comfort that day. At this point in the process, I was going through the motions and I always expected the unexpected and was ready for whatever was coming because no matter what, the next few months were very unknown to me.
I remember the day before I started my first chemo I had the day off. I ran errands and made myself up and worked out and ate like a queen that day. It was also the first time I could put my hair in a ponytail for over a year.
I remember starting my first chemo – this time around I would be admitted for 48 hours (over the course of 3 days) and spent most of this time alone.
I remember my best friend spending the night on a hard hospital bed next to me and it was the best thing ever. Anything I could to distract my mind from what was happening would be a good thing for me. Social media was my friend where I lived on it to communicate with the outside world. I was administered chemo straight for 12 hours.
I remember having a positive outlook on moving on from my ended relationship and started up a new one – a distraction really. I remember also when this quickly ended as being bald was not ideal for this person.
I remember again focusing on things that should not have mattered. I needed to focus on my health and my mindset and these distractions needed to go away. I was going to put myself first and focus on getting through these next unknown months.
I remember losing my hair and this time I was able to simply pull it out from my head – I didn’t use clippers or anything. It was like pulling string and it was painless to pull out. I lost it all within a day (this would be my second time losing hair).
I remember going on a date and it was when I was bald and thinking how in the world am I pulling this off? I felt so self-conscious about this and was so nervous. I never expected anything from it but it took my mindset to a whole new direction.
I remember actually having FUN during my chemo visits and in between my chemo rounds. I would have 2.5 weeks off in between treatments and I made sure to get out and do stuff when I was feeling fine. I celebrated every little milestone – I had so many things to be grateful for and I was actually happy for a change. It was an odd feeling because the first time I went through chemo was a very stressful and difficult time and the people around me then did not fully support me how I needed to be supported.
I remember going out with all of my friends and celebrating the fact I had a chest x-ray that showed no signs of my cancer! This was after my 2nd round and I would still have to go through a 3rd round and then a stem-cell transplant. I felt great and it was awesome to be around with a group of people who were all fully supporting you.
I remember then becoming obsessed with Seagram’s ginger ale with some cranberry juice! My nurse that made that for me was the best nurse ever and my obsession with ginger ale is still thriving five years later!
I remember being in the hospital in the dead of winter. I remember for the most time being alone and not having communication with any of the outside world. I remember not WANTING to speak to anyone except for a select few. My sister was really the only person I truly wanted to talk to.
I remember the nurses having me meet another patient who was on my floor and had a similar story as mine. We met in the computer room and she was going through the same treatment as me. Her mom and her would check in on me all the time. We still communicate to this day.
I remember when walking around once on the hospital floor was a long journey. I needed to wear a mask and gloves and I couldn’t walk fast or without losing my breath.
I remember only consuming diet coke and Reese’s pieces and maybe some ginger ale as that was the only thing that I wanted. Some days I even sprung for some popcorn. I was the weakest I had ever been and with my busy mind and my “go go go” attitude that I can’t even imagine how I was able to lay in a bed for 12 hours a day. I didn’t want to get up and walk around. I felt that crummy.
This was right around the time I was having horrible fevers and had an infection in my system that the doctors didn’t know the cause for. I was cleared to go home with all other stats but I remember being so upset and frustrated that this reinforced the idea that sometimes you might do the right things with your body and be healthy and active your whole life, that you can’t do anything about it. You have to play the mental game and mentally get through these times.
I remember my sister would come and visit and take dirty clothes away and by the time I left the hospital, my suitcases were packed full with snacks and no clothes!
I remember sitting in my hospital room every night living on Facebook (Facebook memories also reminds me of this!) and planning out my next year of things I wanted to do. I remember signing up for races WHILE going through chemotherapy.
I remember coming home and not being able to walk a flight of stairs without being out of breath. I can’t believe how fast your body gets weak with being bed ridden for so long.
I remember coming home to my puppy, who from what I heard was acting really strange because I was gone. My sister had made me a cake and decorated the house for me to come home!
I remember getting another huge blow as someone important to my recovery and my happiness was once again leaving my life and I would need to pick up more pieces. I remember also not dwelling over this too much as I was going back to work and finally going to get my normal routine back. I was determined to get my strength back and walking on a treadmill for 8 minutes straight was a big accomplishment.
I remember a month after my auto transplant I ran a 5 mile race (yes one that I signed up for while getting treatment).
I remember after my first x-ray that I had signs of possible cancer growth again and had to have another surgery. This was a huge blow to my recovery. I went through this surgery and it ended up being dead cells. It was a scary moment but it was another speed bump in recovery.
I remember celebrating every milestone this time around and the people around me made it a big deal with every test, every procedure, every declaration of clear scans. I remember having a better support system this time around.
I remember finally being declared cancer free and I held a huge part at my house that involved a keg. It was one of the best parties our house had ever seen!
I remember that summer was one of the best summers I had with my friends. I got so close with so many people and developed relationships that would last the rest of my life. Those people are still my family today.
I came out of this stronger than before. I think that my first time with cancer really didn’t change me for the better because I was more of the same person – I depended on others for happiness and I wasn’t the independent person I was supposed to be. I lost myself in a relationship and during my first cancer battle, all I wanted to do was “get back to normal”. No one was there to tell me that I will have a new normal and through my 2nd battle and all the other side heartaches that happened, I love the person I have developed into today. Now being 30 years old, I think about how I was 23 years old being diagnosed, alone in a car on my way to work and needing to go see an oncologist right away. I was roped into this whirlwind and unfamiliar territory where I didn’t have my mom or dad to call or take me to my appointments. There was so much stress put on this life of a young adult that it makes me tear up thinking of my young self and how much she had to deal with. Thinking of 23 year olds today, my goodness! I can’t tell you how I got through it, I can just tell you that I did get through it. I don’t know how I did it. You just get through. I didn’t get through this alone though.
My Thank You’s
Thank you to my best friend, where I remember going out to dinner to a local Chili’s to catch up and as she was going through nursing school I decided to tell her about a painless lump in my neck that wouldn’t go away. I could tell by the way she looked at me when I told her that she was immediately concerned. I didn’t have a primary care doctor established (never needed one as I was relatively healthy) and she referred me to her local family doctor.
Thank you to that family doctor who sent me straight to get tests done because she had some major concerns. Also, thank you to her when she immediately had arranged for me to see an oncologist after I was read my cancer results.
Thank you to my assistant manager at the time, who was very caring and understanding when I had to call off work that day because I got this news and couldn’t come in because I was seeing the oncologist.
Thank you to my brother and my sister that day – my brother (who is 4 years younger than me) drove me to the oncologist because I was so upset. My sister left work and met me there as well.
Thank you to my uncle who was there for me every single step of the way and for all of the major appointments.
Thank you to my boyfriend at the time who took me to my very first PET scan and made sure I ate well and took me out for chicken wings. He calmed my fears that day.
Thank you to my aunt, uncle and boyfriend who came with me for my surgery and my boyfriend and his family buying us food all weekend.
Thank you to my sister, who sat with me for seven hours straight during my first chemo session (after she had worked all morning).
Thank you to my aunt who also came with me to my first chemo session and made sure to bring a bunch of snacks for me. (who was also caring for her sick mom at the time)
Thank you to my grandma who sat with me at every other chemo session after that. We would talk and talk and talk about life and everything else. Thank you to my grandpa for driving my grandma and me there and back every time.
Thank you to my boyfriend’s family at the time, because they took care of me and thank you for the golf outing that was put on to support me. Thank you to all of the wonderful people who donated and sponsored golf holes and thank you to my friends who made shirts, designed shirts, made jello shots and did just about everything for me that day.
Thank you to all of my friends who celebrated with me for each milestone of being done with chemo and being done with radiation and being cancer free.
Thank you to my brother in law for always driving me around and taking care of me when my sister needed a break.
Thank you to my sister who made dinner every night for me and kept the household running when I couldn’t even walk around because I was so sore and sick.
Thank you to my brother who used his clippers to shave my head when I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Thank you to so many wonderful friends, co-workers and acquaintances who sent me gift cards to myself and my family. So many random acts of kindness that it was overwhelming.
Thank you to my oncologist at Northwestern, because now I actually miss seeing you as much as I did before. I was always nervous to go to my doctor here locally, but all of the doctors and nurses at Northwestern eased my worries and actually cared about me.
Thank you to my uncle and my aunt who were with me every single step of the way when it came to more surgeries, doctors’ appointments and other procedures. Thank you to my uncle especially for sitting with me for 8 hours in a really boring room while I had my stem cells harvested.
Thank you to my sister who doesn’t like driving on the highway and made it to Northwestern once a week by train to visit me on her own.
Thank you to my brother in law for driving me or picking me up from Northwestern when my uncle couldn’t.
Thank you to my best friends, who came and visited me and most notably one of my friends always spending the night with me.
Thank you to my boyfriend at the time, who provided overwhelming support for me while I endured this, and who was so good to me when I needed him to be. It kept me distracted a lot of the times and you were one of the only people I wanted to talk to or lean on.
Thank you to all of my friends who visited me and brought me snacks and stuffed animals and had dinner with me. I will never forget all of my visitors.
Thank you to one of my nurses at Northwestern – who made a special “cocktail” for me for the Super Bowl and made everything so painless for me. Being a big sports fan, I watched the Super Bowl alone and it was weird for me because I was used to parties. She made a special concoction of ginger ale and cranberry for me and now I am addicted.
Thank you to my friend who visited me on Sundays – those were the best days to look forward to.
Thank you to my wonderful aunt who came with me to my last surgery because it was amazing to get to spend the day with you and get to talk to you like that.
Thank you to my awesome group of friends – where you believed in my ideas and my will power and signed up for many races to run in while I was still in the hospital fully knowing I was going to be okay and run with you.
Thank you to my amazing family who constantly checked in on me, brought me food and cared for me while I needed it.
Thank you to one of my bosses (and my now husband!) for emailing me while I was in the hospital demanding pictures of food and basically just demanding contact. It is amazing how you are a little part of this story and now you are the biggest part.
Thank you to my girls – you know who you are. You are all amazing to me and I just can’t imagine not having you in my life.
Thank you to my sister – because you were my biggest champion through all of this and there were times where I couldn’t take care of myself. I can’t list the millions of things you did for me, but know I will be forever grateful. When I came home from my long stay, I walked into a house that was already decorated.
Thank you to everyone who gave me encouragement, a card, a gift card, monetary donation, said a prayer or anything else – I had an immense amount of support and I’m sure there are people that I don’t even know who supported me also. If you are no longer a part of my life anymore or we have drifted a part, please know that if you were a part of my story you helped in some way and I will be forever grateful. I am the person I am today thanks to everyone who has come into my life.
I don’t feel what I did is extraordinary – the best quote I can share with you is “You don’t know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have”. That was my only choice. In my mind, I feel I did what anyone else would have done. It honestly took a lot of nights of self-reflection and days where I sat alone thinking in silence about certain situations or my road to recovery, but it also took a lot of venting sessions with a lot of my friends and a lot of my distractions helped also. It takes a village, and really, there isn’t enough support for the family or friends that go through this with you. Sure, you might be the cancer patient and you can only help yourself but what about the caretakers who feel helpless and try to understand what you are going through? I had so many people in my life who were my caretakers, but my core friends and family, I will never understand what they were thinking, just as they won’t understand my feelings. I was diagnosed at 23, my sister was 22 and my brother was 19. For my sister to go through this as well, we were all so young dealing with so many adult issues. The same goes for my friends and my various significant others throughout this road; they do not understand and everyone reacts differently. Some people aren’t geared to be there for other people or geared to take on such a big responsibility and it doesn’t make them a bad person, it’s just that they aren’t the ones that need to be there for you. The people that can handle these unfortunate events are the ones that are the strongest. I don’t blame the people who I lost along the road, because like I said, everyone reacts differently. I was so young, we were all so young going through this mess and I didn’t have parents that were there to help or be there for me. A lot of young people dealing with a mess of adult issues.
The last five years have been nothing but amazing; and while there has been heartache along the road and ups and downs, I know how to live life now. When I turned 30 last summer, it was very bittersweet because I was saying good-bye to my 20’s, which were truly life changing in every way. I know how to get through tough times and really dig deep and know that certain situations are only temporary. All that matters is your reaction and what you are going to do next. You absolutely cannot control life sometimes, but you can control how you react and your actions towards your outcome. I have amazing people in my life and people that support me in whatever I do and I only hope that I show that back. You can’t waste your life on people who don’t lift you up and on not being happy with yourself. You are missing out on so much if you aren’t doing things you truly love with the people who truly build you up and make you feel great.
Thank you for reading my longest post ever – this was an ode to the young girl who didn’t know what she was getting in to and how proud I am of that girl for getting through the hardest trials of her young life.
Until next time,
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It has been a little bit since we featured a story on the Laugh Always Spotlight Edition! I had the pleasure of meeting Sara and she explained that she has Graves Disease. I have never even heard of this! She wanted to share her story and experience in hopes to inspire others out there with the same disease. Read on for her inspirational journey!
“Dare to be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not and to believe in your own individuality.”
“You have Graves Disease.” These are the four words that changed my life. Of course having an incurable illness changes everything. So maybe that isn’t so surprising. But, shockingly, Graves Disease changed my life in the most incredibly amazing ways. Ways I am unbelievably thankful for.
This experience has, at times, been difficult and agonizing and has cracked me open and left me vulnerable in ways I never thought possible. But it’s also taught me to love myself fiercely. And that love is the reason I feed myself with kindness, talk to myself with respect and adulation and live in a way that brings me incredible joy. It’s even changed my career path, expanded my interests and fueled my passions. Sounds kind of bonkers right? Let’s back this story up a little.
I was 22 when things started to go wrong, slowly at first and then suddenly, as if everything was falling apart all at once. It started with unexplained weight loss and within a year it weaved its way into what felt like a never-ending nightmare… complete with anxiety, insomnia, hot flashes, insatiable hunger, excruciating muscle spasms, a racing heart that may or may not have been trying to escape from my body and more. My vitality was slipping away from me at such a young age. I was horrified and so angry. I mean, we’re supposed to be strong and healthy until we’ve grown old, right? I learned the hard way that that isn’t always the case.
A year and a half after the first symptom hit I was a mess. And it still took months of doctors’ appointments and tests for those 4 life changing words to find me. And even longer for me to truly absorb and understand what that sentence really meant for my future.
So what exactly is Graves Disease?
This illness is an autoimmune disease that causes Hyperthyroidism. For some unknown reason your body decides that your thyroid is the enemy and attacks it with antibodies. Thyroid hormones affect almost every cell in the body, so the symptoms are wide ranging and have a huge impact on your well-being. Medical treatment is an absolute must and I urge anyone experiencing Graves to get medical help. If left untreated, Graves Disease can have severe consequences (including a potentially fatal thyroid storm).
In some cases (like mine) the same autoantibodies that attack the thyroid can also go after the eyes causing Graves Ophthalmopathy… say that one 5 times fast, I dare you! That tongue twister is a super complicated way of saying Graves Eye Disease. This time the immune system attacks the muscles around the eyes, causing swelling that makes your eyes bulge. This often leads to irritation, grittiness, light sensitivity, tearing, and blurred vision. It’s as fun as it sounds.
And while all that sounds pretty grim, it’s the autoimmune part that’s the biggest problem.
Autoimmune diseases, at this time, are incurable. Your body is pretty freaking smart and can sometimes store and remember antibodies, protecting you from experiencing certain illnesses more than once. Which is pretty amazing, right? But when your own immune system starts attacking you this awesome ability kind of backfires. My body will never forget Graves Disease antibodies. And so even in remission (something I am thankfully experiencing right now) they’re still there. They always will be. If their levels get too high and they decide to attack I will get sick again.
And at this point you may be wondering “Hey Sara… where’s that life changing goodness you were talking about?” It really does sound pretty grim so far, doesn’t it? And it was. It really was. For the better part of a year I wallowed in misery.
My doctor’s placed me on strong, long term dose of medication to balance out my hormones and advised me to simply rest and wait. I wasn’t expected to get much better. The plan of action was to get my body to a place where surgery or radiation would be safe options and to go from there. You see – since we can’t cure Graves Disease we usually go at it like an army would go after an impenetrable wall. We blow up that thyroid or remove it from the picture surgically. It’s much easier to replace hormones medically for the rest of your life (and hopefully find some sort of comfortable balance that feels natural) than it is to supress them.
Does that fix the autoimmune problem? Heck no! That problem can’t be fixed. And there are potential consequences that exist because of that regardless of which treatment plan you take. But it does make things easier to treat if you can’t achieve remission.
And so I wallowed and I waited. But after months on medication I didn’t feel any better and I was so incredibly tired of being sick and tired. I decided to take a little action and see if I could somehow play a bigger role in my healing.
I started a food and symptoms journal and brought it to a doctor’s appointment to talk to them about how my diet was potentially affecting my illness. And we noticed that gluten was a huge issue for me. It was time to break up with a food group I had been subsisting on for my entire life.
But instead of viewing this as a huge loss, I went home feeling renewed. I felt like I may finally have a small piece of power in my corner. I could change my diet and potentially help make things a little better. This was a pretty exciting change of pace after feeling powerless for so long.
This was going to be my golden opportunity. But I found myself thinking that if I had to make such a huge change, why not take it one step further? Instead of simply cutting out gluten, why not radicalize my diet and embrace healthy eating in a way I had never consider? This decision changed everything.
I began eating with thought and devotion, embracing health supporting foods that would fuel my well-being. And after 30 days I felt AMAZING. And I found myself excited to discover new vegetables and create new recipes.
You see, I was never what you might call a healthy foodie. A huge part of my diet was prepackaged junk and I hated most vegetables. But learning to eat in a way that supported my biological functions and ultimately my health changed my prognosis. Not only because it made me feel better, but because I started to care deeply about how my every day choices were affecting my health.
Changing my diet taught me to listen to the messages my body was trying so hard to tell me. It inspired me to treat my body with unconditional love and forgiveness. It led me to work on self-love and revamp my lifestyle so that it supported my well-being. This entire journey allowed me to create a respectful and loving relationship with myself that I never envisioned.
Ultimately, changing my diet helped me realize that I can still be healthy. I may have an incurable illness, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t find a way to thrive with it. Changing my diet gave me my life back.
And you know what? It gave me my health back too. Thanks to my lifestyle revamp I am currently in remission and I still have my thyroid. I will always have Graves Disease and may experience flare ups, but I’ve learned to accept this as part of my journey.
I may someday need to resort to surgery or radiation and I’m glad those options exist for me if needed. But I’m also very thankful that I’ve create a lifestyle that allows me to thrive with Graves Disease. One radical choice changed everything.
So why exactly would I tell you I’m grateful for Graves Disease itself?
While I certainly would never call it a gift, because I wouldn’t give it to you, Graves Disease was the catalyst for so many positive changes in my life. Without it I never would have discovered the joy of feeding myself with kindness and sharing healthy, nutritious meals with those I love. I wouldn’t have become my own greatest ally or realized how incredibly important it is to love yourself fiercely and make your own well-being a top priority. Before Graves Disease my own self care was pretty low on my list of priorities.
In the excitement of all of those changes, Graves Disease inspired me to create mshealthesteem.com to share my experiences and recipes and inspire others to love and care for themselves just as fiercely. Because you deserve it.
If I can take those 4 life altering words and use them to propel me forward in such a positive direction, imagine what YOU can do.
Wishing you health and love,
Sara is a wellness writer, Graves Disease Thriver and the creator of www.mshealthesteem.com. At 24, Sara was diagnosed with Graves Disease, an incurable autoimmune disease. While learning to live with a chronic illness she realized that she needed to make a commitment to her wellbeing and treat her body with kindness. She empowered herself to do everything she can to thrive in spite of her diagnosis. Sara writes articles on self-care, acceptance, wellness and nutrition – as well as simple, delicious, healthy recipes anyone can enjoy (dessert’s her favourite). Start your own wellness journey today with her Free Self-Care Planner and Healthy Dessert Recipe E-Book.
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