This week marks the 5th anniversary of my autoimmune diagnosis.
That fateful day that ended with me in a hospital bed, hooked up to various machines, awaiting the answers as to why I had been feeling so ill and so sad, so weak and so stressed for so many months. My diagnosis was Graves Disease, or autoimmune hyperthyroid; the same condition my Mom developed at the same age, and her grandmother developed also. Finally, I had some answers.
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