“Thyroid Killer”

They didn’t tell me it was going to be this way

Aches and pains

Bones are chilled with jolts of electric pain shooting through to each singular nerve

Like a lightning bolt crashing down from the clouds

Electrifying and shattering a tree at the same time

The debris of the tree flies around like shrapnel

My debris is constant pain, contained within my skin

Invisible to everyone, this hidden disease

Passed down in our genes

Even to my poor son

My only tell is the number on the scale

Up and down and back up again

Like a chaotic wave that can’t make its mind up

This butterfly shaped organ, attacked by my own body

The exhaustion is incomprehensible

Sometimes my mind is mush, the misty mind I call it

Struggling to get a thought much less the correct words

I seldom complain and in the words of my tall, Texan grandfather

I “grin and bear it”.