Yesterday was a big day for me. Like a REALLY big deal. Not as a big as delivering a baby or getting married “big”…more like important. More like accomplishment.
I told my story in one of my first blogs a few months back, of my journey to find good health for myself…I needed it badly for peace of mind that I wasn’t going crazy…wasting days, months, and even years of dieting and being frustrated with myself. I was beginning to believe it wasn’t my thyroid, or age…it was the dreaded depression that was a symptom of all of those possible illnesses that I suffered from. I was sad…I wanted to give up on myself. I couldn’t stand to look at myself anymore…who was this person that I have become?
I am not that mommy that runs five miles every morning or gets to work out in some fancy gym for an hour uninterrupted. The extent of my workouts was walking with one or two or all four of my kids to any random destination to maybe, just maybe, take a pound off…or firm up a few of those cottage cheese curds on my thighs…but no such luck.
So I took things into my own hands last year…first on my own, then with the help of a naturopathic nutritionist. I was skeptical at first. And this was my last shot. But I knew I had to believe in this.
I knew HE would believe in this.
My Grandfather…gosh, what can I say about this man? Nothing bad for starters. He was perfect…I know that isn’t possible. I am sure he had flaws that my Grandmother or his children would admit to, but growing up I never heard them say anything bad about him…nothing.
His eyes twinkled with happiness. With pride. With optimism. He was just simply amazing…and I adored him.
I titled this blog for him because he would have been 95 this Sunday. And I know he would be proud.
I miss him terribly.
He was a huge advocate of eating healthy and taking vitamins. He taught me so much. And now I am truly embracing something that I surely know would fascinate him. I can see me telling him about what my doctor does, and what she believes…he would ask plenty of questions. And listen to all of what I told him. I never met someone who absolutely absorbed everything that someone said, like he did.
He would be proud of me yesterday.
And this is why…
I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s (finally) and Rheumatoid Arthritis a few months back. I have suffered in silence and out loud for years…joints aching , fingers not bending. Bloating, high blood pressure, endless back pain…the list was endless…
I started seeing a Rheumatologist when my General doctor said “I give up” too many possible Autoimmune disorders for her to handle.
I went for a follow up with my Rheumatologist yesterday after countless blood tests and x-rays months ago.
I had been dreading this day.
I saw the results…not all bad, but not great either. I went in with my “dukes” up.
I was going to refuse his prescriptions. I was not going to poison this cleaned out vessel with pills that had more warning labels on them than a pack of cigarettes.
Oh so sweet to have a doctor lean back in his chair and look at all the symptoms I came in with months ago, and to then ask me how I am doing today…
and I state that I am wonderful.
Occasional stiffness or pain, but the weight melted off…my blood pressure yesterday was its lowest in years. He looked at me with a smirk and said-
Hhmm… How did you do this?
After I explained, he said that he had no reason to put me on any toxic medicines that more than likely would counteract all my efforts and that it sounds as if the Rheumatoid Arthritis is not a problem for my body anymore.
1. Abatement or subsiding of the symptoms of a disease.
2. The period during which the symptoms of a disease abate or subside
And to think of all those years I suffered. Of all those years in tears and being frustrated. And within a few months I literally changed my life.
he would be oh so proud of me. I know this to be true.