Twenty minutes ago: I'd just finished emailing my specialist about the thyroid, when my dad came upstairs with a thin envelope from the clinic in his hand. I knew before I opened it. Funny, I'd been dreading it for weeks without having any real reason. I read the letter and burst into tears. Yep, that's right: in the last four hours, I've allowed the full reality of my disease to hit me, my fake thyroid is out of whack, and I've learned that the one person who's helped me cope with all of the hell, both here and in England, is leaving the clinic in four weeks. I don't know if I can handle this.
Also, not having insurance? Doesn't help.
Something needs to go right soon, because for the first time I don't feel strong enough to take any more.
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So many mental hugs are floating your way sweetie!
I can't even imagine how hard the last few months have been for you, and now this. You're in my thoughts!
Hugs back at you. I appreciate your concern at a time when you are going through so much. I hope that it works out.
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