It has been a really rough few weeks.
Finding a new ‘normal’ now that dad has passed away has been really challenging. Visiting the boat brings a flood of memories. Places, songs, people all remind you of the past while you are desperately trying to plan a future.
Those of you who joined the blog at the beginning you will know that one of the reasons we left Dubai was for my mental health.
There are few things that help my depression, one is exercising outdoors. Crete has been a wonderful place for this… until now.
Over the first few weeks after dad died I walked every day, for an hour or more, around the coast, over hills and headlands, with groups and alone which seemed to help lift the black clouds and my dark thoughts.
After one such walk carrying Felicity I struggled to stand back up after a break. My ‘bad’ ankle (often called my fat foot due to years of swelling following an injury) just wouldn’t bend.
After hobbling for a week I went to see the doctor; dad’s orthopedic surgeon who replaced his hip. An X-ray confirmed his initial diagnosis, and my worst fears… I have osteoarthritis in my ankle. It is quite advanced and the lack of mobility is due to multiple calcifications, two of which are meeting at the front of my foot.
The prognosis is dire and I will need an ankle replacement – should the surgery ever become safe enough and successful enough to risk it.
This has put pay to my walking.
In addition, as a further knock to my attempts to be positive, I have been diagnosed with Hashimoto’s disease; an autoimmune disease where your body attacks your thyroid. A scan revealed five polyps on my thyroid and made sense of my disparate symptoms:
- Hair Loss
- Weight gain
- Menstrual issues
- Mood swings
- Joint pain etc.
My two Thyroid Hormone are not high or low enough to warrant medical intervention yet, but the symptoms are worsening weekly.
So, a tough few week… some wallowing, some self-pity, some self-indulgence.
Now to is time to get back up and get on with it!
Research into diet, nutrition and supplements has begun (all help and advice welcomed firstname.lastname@example.org) as life with two chronic diseases commence.
No more feeling sorry for myself… onwards and upwards.
You only get one life…. time to get on with living it 🙂