April is a beautiful time of year. The snow recedes, the winds die down, warmth sets in and the world is exploding with new life. Spring is a period of rebirth; a time of new beginnings. It is no coincidence, in my mind, that 4 years ago April brought me my Graves Disease diagnoses.
A whirlwind of change had fallen into my lap and, if I’m honest, I sometimes continue to fumble with it like a toddler learning to walk. I move on uneasy legs at times, afraid of the next step. Once that fear surpasses I gain more confidence, increase my stride, eagerly bounding forward… and sometimes I fall on my ass and gain a whole new wave of uncertainty. Lather, rinse, repeat. But such is the life of any individual with a chronic illness. And I thank my lucky stars every day that I am a spoonie who’s had many spoons to spare for the last couple of years.