One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 2: What’s that?

  “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 …

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