In the beginning of the year, I dubbed 2018 as my golden year. After so much heartache last year I felt it only fitting to declare this year as the year where everything would go right. We ended 2017 on such a good note that I thought 2018 would be so much better. It started off that way but then of course the tests began.
I started my year with a health scare – not a super serious one but one serious enough to make me worried. My doctor thought I had endometriosis. To some that probably doesn’t seem like a big deal but to me I thought my world was going to end. If you remember a while back I gave a couple of tips for trying to conceive during the holidays so when the doctor told me what she thought I was devastated. Having endometriosis would surely cause problems if we were trying to conceive. Turns out I didn’t have endometriosis but those couple of weeks waiting for results seemed to be the longest ever.
Today I turn 27. Yay me, right?
Here I am sitting on our couch stuffing my face with my favorite barbecue chips from ALDI as I binge watch reality tv to drown my sorrows. Since I’ve been trying to be more proactive in taking care of myself I decided that I needed to get a physical to make sure all my bases were covered since we’re trying to conceive. Surely after my trip to San Diego only good things could happen. Turns out getting that physical 2 days before my 27th birthday probably wasn’t the best idea. I should’ve waited.
Apparently I’m lucky enough to have an enlarged thyroid due to an iodine deficiency and need a biopsy. I found out this morning as I woke up to attempt to celebrate my 27th birthday. Instead I’m trying to keep my shit together and pray that this is nothing serious. I’m praying that the cure will be drowning my food in iodized salt and eating the saltiest foods I can find while searching for the delicate balance so that I don’t drive up my blood pressure because of course I’m lucky enough to have high blood pressure too.
This is 27, my golden year. The year that I dubbed to be the greatest ever is filled with tests from God that surely I can beat but nonetheless are not welcomed. If there’s anything that I’ve learned in the past two years it’s that I have to sit back and trust the process. That’s not easy at all for my Type-A personality but it’s what I’ll do. I’ll trust the process and have faith that my barbecue chips, salty foods, and family will get me through this.