I have been feeling all of the expected symptoms that are related to dropping my dose of hydrocortisone weekly.
* severe fatigue
* joint aches
* back aches
Lying down and closing my eyes gets me through the first three. Darvocet, my pain killer friend, gets me through the aching pain. The last one bothers me more than the others. Even taking 200 mg of Sertaline/Zoloft, an antidepressant, doesn't help me combat the depression brought on by low cortisone. Even a friend said she couldn't cry at all on 100 mg--it helped her that much. I'm on double and it's like I'm not on anything.
This got me thinking of the mind bender that is as debatable as the Chicken v. Egg case.
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
I am wondering if the same is true about me and my recovery.
It is day 24 after pituitary brain surgery.
Yes, they went through a natural orifice to access the part that hangs from the brain. The docs didn't do a craniotomy. They did not shave my head, and I did not lose my hair. For that, I'm thankful. However, they did get pretty darn close to my brain... like a centimeter or so. They gave it a little tickle. I've never liked being tickled.
So, I must ask:
If a Cushing's patient struggles after surgery and no one asks her how she is doing, is she really even sick?
~ Cushie Melissa
P.S. I admit a large degree of self-pity in this post. I feel needy and disappointed and unaccomplished and helpless. I am really even reluctant to post this now, and you may come back later and this post will be gone. If I can publically confess and own my uncomfortable feelings of being a weak, sick patient, then this post will remain here for others to read.
I post my true feelings because that is what I promised myself I would do. Strong or weak. Good or bad. Happy or sad.
I want to show those fighting with Cushing's that coping with this "rare" disease is difficult. People do not understand. It is not just you, your family, your friends. It happens to all of us. I understand.
So let's know that this is the case.
Let's keep moving ourselves forward.
It makes no sense to wallow.
I hate to wallow.
I do wallow, but I don't like to.
When I get sick of myself, I stop.
Happy birthday, America.