Recently, I came across a paper that I wrote before my surgery, but after my Cushing’s Disease diagnosis, back in 2014. Looking at it now, it seems like it was so long ago…but it has only been a of couple short years since I was still a prisoner of Cushing’s Disease, and yet, had no inkling of my captivity!
As of today, I have been in contact with so many survivors and fighters of this disease, and feel a connection to each and every one of them. Some, I have established lasting friendships. Others, we lean on each other for advice and support only as needed. Either way, I keep them all in my thoughts and pray for them often.
One of the young ladies I have been in steady contact with lately has just received her diagnosis and will be receiving her surgical path to recovery soon. In conversations we’ve been having, memories of where I was at two years ago came rushing back to me in an unexpected flood of emotions. I remember all too well the pain, anger, sadness, fear, anguish, and complete exhaustion that she is experiencing right now. The future is unclear. Health conditions are quickly worsening and all hope of relief is deteriorating. Some days feel like its your last day on earth – you wonder when death will sweep you under the carpet – how it will feel. You are crippled and willing to accept defeat. All you can do is sit. And hurt. And wait. And cry. There is no solace. There is no comfort. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. People don’t believe you or understand your grief.
This letter…it really sums up the disease in a nutshell…
written by Jenifer E. Williams, Cushing’s Disease Warrior (2014)
“Cushing’s Disease is a wretched, often time debilitating disease. It robs you of so many things, seemingly all at once: physical strength, mental capabilities, emotional stability, self-esteem, sense of self-worth, relationships (as Cushies tend to be reclusive), appearance, ability to maintain control over your body, stamina, and an overall sense of well-being. It disintegrates your health – many Cushies have heart and respiratory failure; liver, pancreas, and blood disorders; endocrine, intestinal, and lymphatic concerns; and we all experience psychological problems.
With Cushing’s Disease, you become a person that no one, including yourself, enjoys being around. Your entire persona changes. The person you used to be – the happy-go-lucky, smiley, enjoyable, pleasant, stable, intellectual person – becomes trapped. That person sits inside the Cushing Monster you’ve become – screaming, crying, begging relentlessly for a way out; for a release; to be set free. But this is not possible. You literally become a prisoner in your own body. Your stifled cries for help go unheard, unknown. The Cushing Monster takes over, making you say and do things your normal self would not. You yell and lose your temper when you’d normally handle the situation calmly.
You fumble, you forget, you lose coordination. You feel like a big ogre. You used to have grace and energy. Now, you’re winded just from getting dressed or showering. You feel like you’re slipping away, spiraling out of control…and there’s NOTHING you can do to stop it. You get angry and impatient so quickly. People start to wonder – what’s wrong with you? They wonder why you’ve become so sedentary and unsociable? Why did you lose your spark? And worst of all, they wonder – what did THEY do wrong? They didn’t do a damn thing. It’s not them. It’s really not even YOU. It’s Cushing’s Disease.
The disease makes you question life in general. Should you continue on…or should you take matters into your own hands and end the chaos? But that doesn’t solve the problem. That’s selfish, and only creates more (and eternal) misery. But that doesn’t stop the thoughts, unfortunately.
Then, there’s the build-up of “clutter”. Your mind feels like the aftermath of a tornado. All your stuff – your life as you once knew it – is scattered…EVERYWHERE. And how in the world are you going to find it, gather it all up and put it back the way it was? Can that even be done?? And when anything around you (outside your mind) starts to “clutter”, you can’t handle it. It’s too much. Too stressful to deal with. So you shut down. Or cry. Or start verbally attacking those you love.
Those you love…how do they continue to love you in this condition? WHAT make them hang on and stay with you? What makes them even WANT to TRY and understand? I think, perhaps, it’s the hope that the old you will somehow, someday return.”
Harsh words to hear and read. Trust me – they were even harder to write.
I am blessed to have an amazing husband and two beautiful children – all who understood, cared, and gave a damn to see me through the worst of times. They, along with the rest of my family and friends, deserve a medal or sainthood for putting up with this disease and being my arsenal when I was running low on ammunition to fight this fight. God bless you all. God love you all – I know I sure do.
My Family – 2016
“Safe & Sound”
(feat. The Civil Wars)
I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, “I’ll never let you go”
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, “Don’t leave me here alone”
But all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You’ll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I’ll be safe and sound
Don’t you dare look out your window darling
Everything’s on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby
Even when the music’s gone
Gone
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You’ll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I’ll be safe and sound
Just close your eyes
You’ll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I’ll be safe and sound…