Pointless Info About My Fragile Health

I haven't been feeling 100 percent the past few weeks and I knew it was anemia. I had some blood work done a couple weeks ago to check my thyroid levels and I asked my endocrinologist if they could check for anemia too, just to be sure. So the anemia results went to my family physician, who I had an appointment with yesterday. He said I have to take iron supplements 3 times a day for at least the next six months and I have to get my blood work done again in three weeks and again 3 months after that. In the mean time, still no strenuous activity or high level aerobic exercises until my iron level is back up because there isn't enough oxygen my blood. Wonderful. I also lost 5 pounds which isn't that much but at my height, is a lot. I don't have a scale in my house so I never know how much I weigh. I wasn't trying to lose at all but I have noticed that my pants have been loose. He said my thyroid level is too high which explains it because I never lost weight by not exercising at all and eating tons of chocolate covered popcorn, mashed potatoes with extra gravy and cheese quesadillas before. I don't like losing weight because when I weigh less, I always have some kind of cold or flu-those kinds of ailments. I get slightly confused when I think of how healthy my lifestyle is and how unhealthy I always am. I've always taken good care of myself-I walk at least 40 minutes a day with Peanut and despite the bad foods above, I eat fresh veggies, lean meats, whole grains-all that good stuff. I don't smoke-or drink heavily. I don't snack-except for the chocolate covered popcorn lately, but that doesn't count. I loathe soft drinks and sugary juices. I sleep 7 hours or more every night. I pretty much have a fairly stress-free life. That f-ing surgery and radio iodine crap really knocked me on my ass and I thought by now I would be back to normal. I said to my husband the other day, "I'm too young to feel this old." I guess it's genetic.
It's strange because, before all this happened, I was having such a beautiful time. It's hard to explain, but, for the first time, ever, I felt happy with myself, good about my body, proud to be turning 30. I was planning on going back to college and travel a bit. Remember those cheesy,I-AM-WOMAN tampon commercials or those really cheesy shampoo/hair color commercials? With the bouncing beautiful hair and the girl all smiling in the sunshine and full of un-obnoxious confidence? That was me last summer. I had so much energy and happiness and love. I want to be that way again. I'm not just looking at last year through post-cancer-colored glasses, either- everyone noticed how great I felt. But, I really need to be more patient-and thankful because it could have been worse-there was a cure for my cancer and not everyone is that lucky. I know I'll be healthy again.
I have another appointment tomorrow with my endocrinologist, who's opinion I trust above all others because she's the one who found the cancer after everyone else I had gone to was like,"oh don't worry about it, you're a healthy girl, we don't need to check for anything else, just take these pills and everything will be ok-by the way does your insurance cover this visit-if not let me update your address so we know where to send the bill." MrPea thinks I should sue and I probably could but, even so-I'm too tired and perhaps too forgiving for all that. Anyway-blah-blah-blah! I had my five minute bitch-festival about my health. F-ing cancer!