Spent a week researching all the options. Everything about why the thyroid stops working, prognosis, medication, side effects. I even called my parents because there is a genetic link, only to find that my mum suffers from an imbalance too. Then I framed the multiple discussions I was going to have next week with my much younger GP. I go through all the scenarios with him in my head. But at the back of my mind was the idea that there is a problem with my symphony.
My belief is my worst enemy. Let me explain.
Lets start at the beginning. One of the books that I recommend to my students is Sherwin B. Nuland "The Way We Die." In it he has a beautiful description of death..."The very old do not succumb to disease-they implode their way into eternity. " Describing to my students about how specific cells are engineered to die--which Leonard Hayflick discovered and has subsequently been termed as cell senescence or cell death--and how this affects each organ of the body separately. Some organs we have backups for (kidneys for example), while others are peripheral organs that do not affect our lives (hair senescence.) But, I explain to them, that if you imagine that your body is an orchestra and you have one of the players playing the wrong song, or worse still, not playing at all, it creates dissonance. What happens when it is more than one orchestra player, and other players start to abandon the stage? When do you stop having an orchestra? This is death, when the conductor storms off the stage. But how do you define the last stages of death? When the flutists are all alone in the front of the stage?