Hypoparathyroidism feels like a heavy weight, but love helps
A columnist describes the delicate balance she must achieve to function

It’s Valentine’s Day, and as a romance writer, I expected to write a very different column for this week. As I type this, Mr. Heather is helping me prepare for a trip to tell a family member I love them for the last time. This is love in so many forms.
Love, however, cannot change the needs of my rare disease.
I’m currently in a face-off with my suitcase, which will soon be packed full of medication bottles, a travel muscle massager, three kinds of calcium supplements, a pile of masks — we still mask everywhere — and a few pairs of pajamas. Despite being able to get ready today, I can’t fly across the country for two more days, until after my doctor appointments. It’s never easy to get a call about saying goodbye to a loved one, but it’s worse when I have to hurry up and wait.
Hypoparathyroidism affects my bones and muscles. Muscle tightness and spasms are two of my most prevalent symptoms. I have a minimum of two doctor appointments a week: physical therapy and a chiropractor.
While both appointments are helpful on their own, the combination has struck a balance of helping me continue to be mobile and able to work. My jaw, which has a worn joint, needs weekly adjustment to keep from going out of alignment and causing vertigo. My hips, which have frequent muscle spasms, need to be loosened and realigned. My left arm is in near constant spasm and needs release. And my neck needs manipulation to prevent chronic migraines.
If I go longer than a week without either of these appointments, the careful balance that keeps me ambulatory starts to slip. It’s already been six days. What’s just as hard is the looming deadline of how long I can stay away from my medical team. It’s not easy to find people who are comfortable with and adept at treating my body, which means that in one week — no matter what’s going on — I’ll be back on a plane and hurrying home.
Responding, for now
It’s hard not to be angry at my body, at my doctors, and at the world when I’m feeling trapped because of this delicate balance. As often as the chronic illness community throws out such sayings as “I don’t let my chronic illness control me!” and “I’m not my illness! It’s just a part of me!,” they don’t feel true to me now. I’m caught in an escape room with a countdown looming, and when the door finally opens, I’ll walk into yet another escape room with another timer. I’m raging an invisible war as my panic disorder — which arrived soon after my hypopara diagnosis — shows up with all the comfort of a stomach bug.
I remind myself — as I’m typing with one hand, the other pressing into my most painful spots, bent in half because I can’t sit up straight — that all of this struggle is for love.
For now, I will fill this suitcase. For now, I will write this column to share what it’s like when the weight of my rare disease chains grow heavier. For now, I will be grateful that I can even make the trip, something that would’ve been impossible a few years ago before my current treatment. For now, I will remember the last words of that heartbreaking call.
“Ja cię kocham,” she said, which means “I love you” in Polish. I said it back.
Sometimes life gets deferred because of chronic illness. Sometimes the worst part of my rare disease isn’t the symptoms, but the limitations. Sometimes the hardest part is the acceptance that I must wait, that I must give up time, precious time, until I can escape from the weight of hypoparathyroidism for a few days. And hopefully, in return, I never forget that love makes the price worth it.
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Cary Hopkins
This was the best thing I have ever read on Hypo P .We are in the UK and so little is known about this wretched illness
My husband was diagnosed at 50 years of age .he is now 56 . Just before Lockdown he got to see a wonderful Professor in London who did know what she was talking about .Unfortunately she went back to Germany .The NHS in this country have no idea !
My husband has had falls ,with extreme consequences he at times looks like he has Parkinson’s because of the arm tremors
He never complains . But I see him acute pain on a daily basis .We have been married for 34 years and I really fear for his future.and mine without him . Please any tips help etc would be so kind
Sending Love Cary
Heather Novak
Hello Cary,
Thank you for your kind words and for sharing you and your husband's story. I know this disease is so hard without resources!
Here are some of my favorite resources, just in case you haven't checked them out yet:
Definitely check out ParathyroidUK.org
I also recommend finding a Facebook group for Hypopara patients. There are some international groups, as well as medication specific ones. This is how I found other hypopara patients in my area and with my same doctor, and we've been able to form a small local community.
You can also review workshops from the international hypopara conference, and I recommend doing 2023 and 2024 at hypopara.org There's an ask the doctors panel that's great.
If you need additional help, I would reach out to Parathyroid UK directly, and hopefully they can assist you with finding better medical care.
Sending support to you!