Hashimoto’s, Life-Expectancy, & Life Purpose

This post is addressed to those lovely souls around the world who are searching the web with the terms, ‘hashimoto’s’ and ‘life-expectancy’. I can’t just ignore you, anymore.

[For those of you who are unfamiliar with Hashimoto’s, please read the post that started the whole thing here in 2010, Hashimoto’s—Bigger Than Diabetes?. When you’re finished, please come back to finish this one. It’s far more important. And there is a message for you, whether you are struggling with Hashimoto’s or had no idea what it was when you began reading.]

I’ve been watching my blog stats with increasing, head-shaking disbelief over the years intervening between now and the time I published that discourse. Why ‘head-shaking disbelief’? Well, here’s my projection. Hashimoto’s is clearly turning out to be a very large, world-wide phenomenon, impacting the health of, mmmm, billions. The stats reveal that this post is viewed by readers from Japan, Australia, India, Eastern Europe, England, and Western Europe, as well as Canada and the United States — just to cover the big ones. Regularly. And finally, the stats show me that ‘Hashimoto’s’ and ‘life-expectancy’ are the search terms used to arrive at this site. My extrapolation of these facts is that these individuals, sitting hopefully in front of their computers, have recently been diagnosed. They’re not too happy. And they’re scared.

The head-shaking arises from where these intrepid surfers are placing their attention, just having been diagnosed with the possible cause of varying levels of discomfort and/or dysfunction in their lives. The question on their mind is, “How long will I live?”.

Most of you who read this, already have a diagnosis. No doubt, you have been told there is no ‘cure’ for Hashimoto’s, and, so far, you’ve probably had enough experience to be driven nearly mad with the utter incompetence you’ve encountered in seeking help from mainstream medicine. If you haven’t, you will. That’s why you’re here, reading this.

May I offer some redirection in easing your experience? Are you capable, are you willing to take the considerable time to contemplate what is said here — directly to and for you? Will you refrain from the urge to keep clicking when you discover I’m not going to tell you how long you’re going to live? Is it possible for your outraged and freaked-out mind to slow down, take a deep breath, drop your shoulders from around your ears, and pause from its mad search long enough to accept the gift that’s being offered here? Just the subtlest downshift, enabling you to see with clarity something that might actually provide a progressive direction? And then, go out and find the ways and the means to make that, or a similar direction, your own reality?

The hope that a handful of you will do so, is the only reason I’m taking the time to write this. If only one of you fulfills that matrix, that’s good enough for me. But imagine if 1% of a billion did. What is that? Ten million people? Maybe that’s too much to ask. I’m only asking for one. You.

So, let’s begin. Here, for your contemplation, are the usual misconceptions and ill-thought out pronouncements espoused by an embarrassingly adolescent medical ‘system’.

“We’ve diagnosed your problem, Ms. Sims.
You have Hashimoto’s disease.”

Hashimoto’s is merely a name for a syndrome — a group of signs and symptoms exhibited by certain individuals. For some reason Americans love having a name for their complaints. Just having a name seems to make everything better. They can speak more easily and authoritatively when they tell their friends (or strangers) all about the drama and pain in their lives and the fascinating science behind it. All of which is totally meaningless, since no understanding or solution is revealed by the name. But it lends importance to empty lives, and that seems to be satisfying compensation for having an ‘incurable disease’. Worse, we let the medical establishment off the hook because they’ve given our puzzling malady a name (usually one we’ve never heard, which is more impressive). They’ve identified our group of signs and symptoms. Hurray! Confetti parade for this brilliant doctor!! But nothing she/he does for us will identify or rectify the causes of this, uh, name. Which leads us to…

“Hashimoto’s is a thyroid disorder”

This one is probably the most destructive notion to your chances of leading a normal life. It brings up another ill thought-out catastrophe of conventional medicine: cancer. Saying Hashimoto’s is a thyroid disorder is like saying cancer is a breast disorder or a prostate disease. Isn’t that rather…unintelligent? Do you believe that? If your doctor does, it’s time to thank her/him kindly and start looking for some sanity. That would be a good way to start your search. Not authority, not black and white. Sanity. Sanity only exists in shades of grey.

Hashimoto’s is an immune disorder. The appropriate description for this malfunction of the immune system is ‘auto-immune’ disorder. The prefix ‘auto’, coming from the Greek, autos, meaning ‘self’. The components of our immune system, our body’s defense mechanism, have become so confused — from weakness, from oversensitization, from compromised lines of defense in the gut, lungs, skin, brain — that it begins to attack its own host. Your body. And in your particular situation it is currently attacking your thyroid gland. Your thyroid is not attacking itself. Your haywire immune system is attacking it. And unless this trend is corrected, the crazed immune system will move on to other parts of the body. Like the pancreas, or the myelin of your neurological components, including the brain.

Let me ask a simple question. Is anyone treating your immune system? Unlikely. If anything, you’re probably being given thyroid hormones, probably synthetic, usually containing only one of the many hormones required to regulate a healthy balance in thyroid function. If you have a ‘progressive’ neurologist, they may pride themselves on playing with different ratios of T4 and T3 in treating the thyroid. Very clever, but totally ineffectual, even if they knew what they were doing. They’re trying to fix an immune problem by working on the thyroid. That’s like trying to help a cancer-infested breast make more milk as a response to the cancer. No different. It’s exactly the same.

And if someone were treating the immune system, do they have a diagnosis? Do they actually know what’s wrong with the immune system, or what has triggered this radical response from our body’s greatest ally? If you could answer yes to this question, then you’d have no reason to be reading this post. Situation under control. Life looks good again. But we know that’s not the case, is it?

“Hashimoto’s is an incurable disease”

“Really?”, you might respond. “How do you know that, since you don’t even know what to treat or how to treat it?”

A dear mentor, Dr. Miki Shima, taught a seminar on auto-immune disorders. Miki is an astute diagnostician, and an M.D. attended the seminar because he was suffering from Hashimoto’s. Miki questioned the man in detail, read pulses, then stood back for the students to read this man’s pulses as well. Miki stood, arms folded, chin in hand, way back from the foot of the treatment table. His gaze was fixed on the man being examined as he discussed the case with the class. Finally he asked, “Do you know your neck is crooked?” The M.D. replied that he had had a car accident several years ago. Symptoms of Hashimoto’s began developing after the accident. Miki recommended he see a chiropractor, and I sent him to a friend.

Many weeks later, I saw the M.D. and asked him how things were going. “My TPO is normal and my symptoms are gone”, he said. “The Hashimoto’s is gone. I had my neck adjusted, and it just went away.” Many years later, now, his thyroid is still normal.

Hashimoto’s is your immune system’s response to circumstances it can’t deal with. It’s an announcement from your body, not that merely one thing is out of balance, but that an imbalance from an array of influences in your life have gotten severely out of hand. ‘Incurable’ is a last ditch defensive sentence from an arrogant profession that doesn’t have a clue. It’s a black and white perception of a world that is neither. Black/white, yes/no, on/off, are representations of how the dualistic human mind thinks and perceives. It is the basis for modern science. It’s the mechanical model of reality contemporary humans project on their illusory image of the world. There was a time when science included the Divine, but we have long ago left that enlightened level of perception rusting in chains in the cellar, while we crown the mind and intellect as our God.

Words like ‘incurable’ — and even ‘cure’ — reflect a world view incapable of helping you, and are words best left out of your vernacular if you’d like to improve your life and regain some sanity. These are meaningless words to someone who has a grasp of the principles of life, our true reality, and the wonders of the human body and how it works. And they’re meaningless in the effort to resolve the problems you’ve been instructed to call Hashimoto’s.

“Your Problem Is Hashimoto’s Disease”

Once again, no it’s not. Many of you have already read Hashimoto’s — Bigger Than Diabetes?. Do you recall my description of Terry’s life, the young woman who came to me for the treatment of Hashimoto’s? Maybe you should read it again. Her life was a total disaster. There was no system of her body left untouched by deep and precipitous imbalance. She hardly had a life. Do you think all those things were a result of Hashimoto’s? No way! Hashimoto’s can wreak havoc with our health, but not to that degree. No, it’s the other way around. The plethora of disasters in Terry’s life were a reflection of all the areas of imbalance she had created for herself. And all of those imbalances are what caused a breakdown in an immune system so assailed by poor choices, so exhausted from her physical, emotional, and mental environment, so thoroughly confused by what it faced, so screamingly wired that attacking its own body was the route it took. Does that description ring any bells?

The fortunate M.D. in Miki Shima’s class, too, had more health issues disturbing his immune system than subluxations in his neck. But that injury was the tipping point.

The vast majority of Hashimoto’s sufferers believe that Hashimoto’s is their ‘problem’. Their big problem. Their only problem. Find the right answers to Hashimoto’s — online or someplace — and, everybody happy! Right? Wrong! All of the many causes set in motion by Terry had to be unraveled, reversed, and resolved. That’s how she got better, remember? I didn’t treat her thyroid. Oh, I gave her some natural thyroid hormone just to make her happy, but that was not treating the Hashimoto’s, nor was it treating all the aspects of her life that were raising hell — everywhere. And I can guarantee that the same is true for most of you. You are a project! And if you think someone in conventional medicine will unravel a situation like yours, then your ability to think clearly would have to be questioned. Indeed, brain fog is a common experience of any complex set of syndromes that have been nurtured and developed for years or decades. But really now. Come on!

In truth, I could have known zip about Hashimoto’s, and gotten the same results with Terry — by correcting the imbalances. You have to see the imbalances, you have to recognize them, and you have to know how to correct them and clean up the collateral damage. And when you do that, the Hashimoto’s either goes away or fades into the background.

The point is not, “Aren’t I great?!”. Or, “Omigod, I’ve got to go see Miki Shima!”. The message is, you will not find the results you seek by frantically searching every nook and cranny the world over for everything Hashimoto’s. You’re barking up the wrong tree. That’s not the way effective medicine works.

Is That All?

I could keep going, but I’ve just given you four major understandings without which, the course of your Hashimoto’s is unlikely to change. Right now, the four all sound pretty much the same, don’t they? They’re not. Read these over again. And again, until you thoroughly understand them, until you can rattle them off without hesitation and with deep authority, because you’re going to need to be living and breathing these understandings to get where you want to go.

Is this my intention in writing this post?


Here’s what I really want to say to Hashimoto’s readers around the world, sitting in the hypnotic blue glow of a computer screen:

In order to recognize someone who can truly alter the tangent of your wayward immune system and bring it back into the orbit of an ally, you must drop your attention’s obsession with, “How long will I live?” The matrix set by this fear is diametrically opposed to having the highest quality of life you can experience, because one is looking in the opposite direction from where you want to go, and since everything follows our attention, we must, by universal law, get results reflecting the direction of our gaze. There will be more on this subject and how it has influenced the historical trajectory of both Western and Eastern medicine in a future post, but for now, this misguided focus must be shifted to a desire for quality and truth in each moment of your life. When you’ll die, be damned! How are you going to live, should have your attention.

Besides, do you honestly think the Divine would leave one of the most important spiritual experiences of a human being to chance? Oh, no. The moment and circumstance of our death or translation are firmly in place before we’re born. The only choice in the matter is how we respond to the experience. So, worrying about something so tightly and purposefully orchestrated is wasted time, at best. It isn’t even logical.

And perhaps quality’s definition should include giving our attention to something far loftier than our physical health. How about a little attention on the very subject of why death is such a huge spiritual experience? Like, what is the point of all this? Why are we here? Is there something to be understood, assimilated, accomplished? Could this something be the ultimate purpose for these countless lifetimes? The sole objective of all life in this world?

If there’s a thread of truth in this, how does one begin to unravel that mystery? Surely we’re not vain enough to think we can do that alone. If you think finding a doctor competent to treat Hashimoto’s is difficult, how hard do you think it is to find guidance in unraveling the most enigmatic secret of existence?! It’s no small matter.

Saints throughout history — Rumi, Kabir, Hafiz, among them — have unanimously declared,

“If you spend an entire lifetime finding such a One,
your time has not been wasted.”

Absolutely! Rejoice! Your search has not been in vain. But even the search is a euphemism. It’s deep, honest, heartfelt yearning, for a long, long time.

When the student is ready, the Master appears.


I’m going to let this Hashimoto’s thing go now. There’s so much more, for each of us. Here. Now.

Maybe someday, years or decades from now, the one for whom this was written, having encountered the Divine made flesh, will be lost, deep in blissful contemplation, and suddenly flash.


“This is what he meant.”

“That funny little guy with the strange blog…”, and drift deeper yet into the Love.

Now, get up, walk away from the computer, and take a walk into this solstice. I think it’s one we’re going to remember.