“I have Hiroshima,” she said. My eyes squinted effortlessly as the corners of my mouth rounded with a slow cheeky smile. “No, Mom, we have Hashimoto’s. It’s totally different!” Laughter bubbled out, I couldn’t help it any longer. This may have been the 3rd time she struggled to spit out the name. I might …Continue reading "One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 2: What’s that?"