Here is a copy of the note I posted on August 15, 2008; a little over a month before the one year anniversary of my first Pituitary surgery. It's a brief synopsis of my struggle with
Cushing's Disease. Little did I know that I would be going down that road to surgery again just a few months later...
Read and enjoy (it's a truly captivating tale!)
Facebook Note (8/15/08):
Wow. Here it is; the middle of August and I'm almost 11 months post-op
It's crazy to think I've been through so much and I've realized from talking to some people that even now...almost a year later, a lot of people still don't know what happened to me and how I got to where I am today!
I guess it's because I strongly believe in not burdening people with my life drama because Lord knows we all have enough of our personal stuff to be managing without worrying about other people's, but I guess it's only fair to put it out there: what happened, how it happened and how I'm doing today.
So if you've heard it before you can just leave now and save yourself all the emotion :)
(or you can always relive it again)
And if you haven't heard it...enjoy I guess...
So here it goes--from the top:
So, I've always been a happy, active, healthy girl with a lot going for me. Lots of friends, smart, funny, nice, creative and talented (I'd like to think) and just a pretty good kid. Up until my Junior year of high school, everything was smoooth sailing. (The worst of my health problems being exercise/smoke-induced asthma).
I was into everything: dance, cheer at MVHS, band and STEP team at North Stafford and a bunch of other school things. Singing, acting, writing and piano: just your typical OVERLY-INVOLVED type-A chick.
then Junior year rolls around and (me thinking I would be ready for anything!) knocks me flat on my butt. It's already hard enough that Junior year is supposed to be the toughest, with the focus being on grades and college and involvement, but then factor in the given high school crap and just being A GIRL PERIOD...it was already overwhelming...then by the end of that year...things started to fall apart fast.
A brief synopsis of November through June of my Junior year:
November- my paternal grandmother dies
December- I oddly start putting on weight and feeling sluggish/depressed
January- I'm freaking out about SIMPLE things that come naturally to me: i.e. ENGLISH and SOL'S! I lose my ability to write poetry and speak clearly and dance and sing...I'm dying at this point!
February- Things continue to go downhill; getting fatter, tireder, weird WEIRD things happening to my body...ANTIDEPRESSANTS!
March-my maternal grandmother AND my great aunt die (funeral on the same day) then my cousins (one that was bipolar and crazy) move into our home...DRAMA ENSUES. She attacks me and we have to kick her out of the house! But I digress...
April- A pastor that I loved dearly dies..I flip out of course...and my health and weird symptoms are getting worse. I'm in the doctor's office every day, am crying myself to sleep every night and I'm SURE I've gone insane (and many of the doctors that I've seen don't make me feel any different).
May-June- I'm just trying to hold it together as school ends and not go completely nuts!
At this point, my crazy bipolar cousin is gone (but my other boy cousin is still here), my mom's an emotional wreck and I'm as medically stable as Brittany Spears. Things are BAD.
But then...the moment that truly changes my life comes. And I honestly believe this is what saved me.
I was flipping through channels one day and a show called Mystery Diagnosis comes on television. A woman with the SAME EXACT SYMPTOMS as me showed up on the screen and I KNEW that was it. It was rare and strange, but CUSHING'S DISEASE is what I knew I had.
A small benign tumor on the pituitary gland that makes your body secrete massive amounts of Cortisol (the stress hormone) which in turn MANGLES your body and mind in ways unimaginable. It's rare; effecting 5 out of a million people in the age range of 20-50 (and I was just 16 when it hit me). Most doctors won't see a single case of this in their entire career. Lucky me.
Well...to keep things short and sweet, the next few months were filled with fear, preparation, appointments and relief (on my part) that I wasn't insane and my intuition COULD be trusted...but by then the damage to my mind and especially my body had been done.
September 20, 2007
BRAIN SURGERY
World-Renowned Neurosurgeons Dr. Alfredo Quinones and Dr. Goerge Jallo drill into my right nostril with special cameras and lasers and remove my pituitary microadenoma.
That was the easy part.
All that was required of me was to fall asleep, wake up (hopefully) and be able to move all ten fingers and toes. Check, check and double check...but the tough part was recovery.
Indeed recovery was a process: I had to stay 6 days after my surgery in the hospital, I developed Diabetes Insipidus for a few months, was on many medications and even did my first semester of school home-bound. Then there was the emotional part of "why me" and "why aren't I recovering fast enough" which is whoooole nother story!
But everything that I've been through has led me to so many places and to so many people with so many stories that I never would have heard. I was put into a medical journal, offered internships with doctors who were impressed with my diagnosing skills and met some of the most famous surgeons in the world.
I'd take that tumor again every day had I known it would have led me here.
But most importantly I saw the power of prayer, family and friendship and I learned valuable life lessons:
-NO ONE is invincible
-Life is fragile and precious
-Don't take anything for granted
-Follow your intuition
-Never give up
(And all those other little virtues that people seem to forget about over time.)
It even pulled me closer to people that have truly touched my heart in more ways than one!
So that's my story and I'm stickin to it!
Love it, hate it, or ignore it...but just believe it because it's the truth,
And it turns out that reality is often far more shocking/interesting than fiction!
:)