Dealing with Aging
Passing those not-so-subtle signposts
When I was in my mid-forties, I was finally diagnosed as hypothyroid. I’d had symptoms of hypothyroidism since I’d been twenty-eight. However, no doctor cared enough to put together these various symptoms of mine to do anything about it.
The diagnosis wasn’t that dreadful. It wasn’t as if I’d suddenly been told I had cancer.