My quest for a cure: by listening to my feelings instead of my test results, I was able to find a solution to my hyperthyroid disease - One Reader's Succes

Natural Health, Jan-Feb, 2002 by Sharon Reese

At a Glance

Sharon Reese, 53
Portland, Ore.

PROBLEM: I had fever, nausea,
and a deepening depression
caused by Graves' disease, a
disorder of the thyroid gland.

OBSTACLES: I didn't want my
gland removed, and the drug
that helped me had serious
side effects.

SOLUTION: Working with a
naturopath who cared about
me, and a Chinese healer.

IN APRIL OF 1998 I HAD THE WORST cold of my life. After it was over, I was eager to start jogging again, so I began walking daily to regain my strength. But I felt weaker than ever. I couldn't walk even a few blocks without feeling nauseous or go down a flight of stairs without holding on to a banister. I developed a continuous high temperature and lost my sense of taste. My ankles swelled. Even though I forced myself to eat a lot, I kept losing weight. And I was irritable and disoriented.

After a few months of worsening symptoms, I went to the hospital for tests and discovered I had Graves' disease, a common form of hyperthyroidism. An auto-immune disorder, it has no known cause, its symptoms can be eased with drugs, and the only cure is removal of the thyroid gland. I was totally in shock: Because I took such good care of myself, ate a healthy vegetarian diet, exercised, and meditated, I thought I was safe from disease.

I wanted to use an alternative treatment rather than prescription drugs, so I found a naturopath I felt comfortable with and began to work with her. However, the vitamins and herbs she suggested made me feel worse than ever. I began to have severe abdominal pains, and I was still weepy and quick to anger. Because I was in perimenopause, which has many of the same symptoms as Graves' disease, the conditions were aggravating each other.

A Desperate Choice

Six weeks after my diagnosis, I was so desperate that I went to an endocrinologist, who put me on the prescription medicine Tapazole (methimazole) and warned me that if I wasn't better in a year, my thyroid would have to be removed--chemically with radioactive iodine or surgically. Both sounded hideous.

I started to feel better, but I knew the drug was damaging my body. Within a month, I got three of its many side effects: skin eruptions, hepatitis like symptoms like fatigue and nausea, and changes in my white blood cell count. I took liver-supporting herbs to help my body cope, and my naturopath gave me a bimonthly liver enzyme test to monitor my liver function.

But a few months later, at my next appointment, the endocrinologist found that I had gained 13 pounds, which indicated that the Tapazole had forced my thyroid too far in the opposite direction and made it underactive. For the next several months, the doctor went on raising or lowering my dose based on my blood tests, completely ignoring how sick the side effects were making me. I eventually gave up trying to tell her.

A New Perspective

I began reading everything I could find on thyroid conditions. I learned that my illness had probably begun years before, and that specialists cite stress as a contributing factor. In my case, I had gone through the worst year of my life six years before I fell ill. In one 10-month period I divorced my husband, I moved to another state to start a new life, and my mother died.

Viewing my illness as my body's response to anxiety and loss made a lot of sense to me. I told my naturopath that I thought it would be better for me to learn how to live with my real feelings than to pop a pill, and she suggested that I wean myself off the Tapazole. I took my last fraction of a pill on July 14, 1999.

There was no dramatic consequence. The only symptoms I still had were typical menopausal ones--hot flashes, rapid heart beats, and mood swings. To prevent muscle loss, a common consequence of untreated hyperthyroidism, I ate more protein than usual, especially fish, and to support my liver and adrenal glands, I took herbs. Every day I also took high doses of vitamins C and E and other supplements.

But the following winter, I started to feel bad again. I had trouble falling asleep, partly because I had hot flashes that lasted more than 30 minutes, and I woke up crying several times a night. My naturopath tried several different homeopathic remedies. Some of them worked for a while, and when they no longer did, we'd try something else.

In January I went to a new endocrinologist, who said he'd never seen anyone control her symptoms without Tapazole. I walked out of his office with the prescription in hand, but I vowed to prove him wrong. (I still have that piece of paper.)

What got me through this period was talking to my naturopath every week. During these difficult months, we'd developed a close relationship, and I believed she really cared how I felt. Every week she would encourage me to hold out a little longer, and I'd feel better for a while. After a few weeks of this, she suggested I make an appointment with a Chinese physician who teaches at the naturopathic clinic. She said he was also a 12th generation Chinese healer.