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Cushing’s-Free. It’s The Way To Be.

Happy New Year to Ewe!

Ewe/you, get it?! #sheepingbeauty

Ewe/you, get it?! #sheepingbeauty

I hope 2k15 is off to great start for everyone out there. Isn’t it wild that year 2000/Y2K was 15 years ago already?

Before the turn of the New Year, I had noticed a bit of weight loss. Clothes I had not been able to wear in over a year were suddenly fitting (I try to not weigh myself at home and let that be up to the doctor whenever I go, so I wasn’t sure how many lbs had come off.). In my mind, this could mean one of two things: I was experiencing positive results from my bilateral adrenalectomy and Cushing’s was on its way out, OR I had an onset of diabetes.

Hi dress, it's nice to finally wear you after you've been so nicely hanging in my closet for such a long time.

Hi dress, it’s nice to finally wear you after you’ve been so nicely hanging in my closet for such a long time.

Dun dun dun…

However, it’s with a clearer mind and happier heart that I start this new year, knowing that I am living without Cushing’s. This medical saga has been about 4 years (possibly much longer) in the making – and I can finally say that I no longer have that horrid disease. I went to see my endocrinologist at the Cleveland Clinic in SoFlo a few weeks ago, and upon review of my labs and us talking, he said that things are looking good and going as planned following my latest/greatest surgery. My follow-up with him is next December, with labs drawn at the halfway mark in June. What the what. That means only 2 planned hospital visits in ONE YEAR’S TIME (an MRI/appt with Dr. McTractive at Shands in April & Cleveland Clinic next December) – which is unheard of for my life these past few years. But I’ll take it. And put that on repeat.

Cushing's-free is the way to be!

Cushing’s-free is the way to be!

I was in Ft. Laudy as a solo traveler, and I had some time to kill after my appointment, so I found a fantastic hole-in-the-wall Cuban place, with the help of Yelp. It was a walk-up, tiny place, with seats at a bar right on a busy road. A limited menu of a few sammies, delectable coffee, and smoothies (hence the array of blenders), but what more would one need?

The biggest, most delicious Cuban you'll ever put in your mouth.

The biggest, most delicious Cuban you’ll ever put in your mouth. I was only able to eat half. So.much.goodness.

After a filling and overly satisfying meal, I strolled on the beach for a bit. I’ll know next time to bring a bathing suit, as there were many people swimming and laying out in Mid-December. A perk of living in or visiting South Florida.

Clear water, full stomach, can't lose.

Clear water, full stomach, can’t lose.

That good news segued into a fruitful holiday season, albeit a tad rainy leading up to Christmas. Tallahassee saw record rainfall, I think getting close to 8″ in one day.

And have yourself a rainy little Christmas Eve...

And have yourself a rainy little Christmas Eve…daytime photo.

Dreariness aside, I got to see many out of town friends and some family, spend quality time with my in-town family, and overall, have a memorable time.

Me and my gnomies.

Me and my gnomies.

Guten [egg] noggin!

Güten [egg] noggin!

A Bountiful Baker I'll be.

A Bountiful Baker I’ll be.

But just so y’all know, the struggle to put an adornment on my dog’s head is real:

And did I mention this doofus?

He wanted to eat the dang thing!

And then Cushing’s-free me made a random post-holiday decision to get my hairs dyed. The result:

Dark Hair, Don't Care.

Dark Hair, Don’t Care.

Looking back over the past few years and my struggle with a medical condition that I was not able to control, I realize I’m damn lucky to be alive. I won’t get all sappy, but to have a semi-clean bill of health and have Cushing’s aside, is an incredible feeling. Three years ago, I managed to get out of the hospital in time to be home for Christmas, after having had my second of 3 transsphenoidal pituitary tumor resection surgeries (aka brain surgery). Cushing’s came back after that, and then again. And again. To be able to say that I am on the mend and mean it, is empowering.

The power of positive thinking, of loving/supportive family and friends, health insurance, modern medicine, skilled doctors and nurses, and the ability to live a relatively normal life without an important little body part are all awesome. And getting a quarterly newsletter in the mail about the latest and greatest in the Cushing’s Community is awesome as well, as it is something I look forward to. Knowing that there are others out there with a similar story is super helpful, as this is a hard condition to fully understand.

Real talk with real people about a real and rare disease.

Real talk with real people about a real and rare disease.

I’m thankful to be alive, and to be able to share my story with others. This blog may seem like one of those holiday letters that some families send out, where they boast about what everyone has accomplished in the past year/toot their own horns, etc…but it’s just a way for me to tell it like it is. I’ve had a few people reach out to me after having read my blog. Mission accomplished – I’m here to help others who may have Cushing’s and have not yet gotten a diagnosis, or to help anyone with a rare disease know that they’re not alone.

From the time of my last post until now, I acquired a beautiful baby nephew and I’m so thankful I’ll be able to watch him grow up:

Frog jams & baby hands. A winning combo.

Frog jams & baby hands. A winning combo.

2015 is going to be the year that I get my groove back.

Getting fit.

Strong Arm. Muscles Magee. Whatever you want to call me.

Until next time, I’ll leave y’all with a cup of herbal tea that looks like strawberry milk:

Pink tea, not milk.

This is really tea. In a mug that has a gnome pushing a wheelbarrow on it. Great success.

As always, I appreciate everyone’s continued love and support. May 2015 be a great year for us all.

Give me a home where the fake dinosaurs roam.

Give me a home where the fake dinosaurs roam.

Much Love,


6 Months Post-Op & the 2k14 Philly Marathon

Today marks 6 months since I had my adrenal glands removed. The results? Nothing crazy so far. Have I dropped tons of weight? Nope. Am I feeling better? For the most part. Has my skin turned orange yet? Nah.

There’s something called Nelson’s Syndrome that affects a small percentage of people who have had their adrenals removed. I’m not exactly sure what it does to a person, besides make them look tan with an orange tint (think Oompa Loompa, although I don’t think it’s that extreme…) Since I had radiation to my pituitary ~2.5 years ago, that apparently protects me against getting Nelson’s Syndrome, which is real nice. However, last Friday, I started turning violet (Violet):

I'm afraid I just blue myself.

I’m afraid I just blue myself.

Just playing, it was my Halloween costume – I thought I’d embrace the figure that Cushing’s left behind, and go as Violet Beauregarde from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. It was a last minute costume using items I oddly had on hand…and I must say that it worked out pretty well!

My endocrinologist did say that it would take at least 6 months for my body to fully adjust to not having its glands, but nothing spectacular has happened yet today. I realize that one can’t rush progress, and that all bodies heal differently. I’m not worried that I’m not 100% better yet – things like that take time. However, I haven’t let my adrenally insufficient state slow me down.

So, what have I been doing? My dog Max is very curious and asks a lot of questions.

Do tell.

  • I lassoed a cow in Texas

    Everything's bigger in Texas.

    Everything’s bigger in Texas.

  • I saw a country boy shake it for me (and thousands of others)

    Dat ass.

    Dat ass.

  • I hiked to a beautiful waterfall in South Carolina
    Slow and steady wins the race!

    Slow and steady wins the race!

    Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to.

    Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to.

  • I witnessed Jimmy Buffett’s bare feet

    Changes in latitude, changes in attitude.

    Changes in latitude, changes in attitude.

  • I made cupcakes that were really cute

    Gone fishing.

    Gone fishing.

  • I touched a pregnant woman’s belly (who just so happens to be carrying my nephew!)

    And I have 3 hands, surprise!

    And I have 3 hands, surprise!

But most importantly, I donated to a very worthwhile cause for a dear dear friend who will be running in the 2014 Philadelphia Marathon on November 23rd in Philly, PA. My amazing friend, Kate, currently lives in Haiti and is working for Partners in Health (PIH) as a member of their mental health team, to bring a community-based approach to provide mental health services for the people of Haiti. There are currently less than 12 psychiatrists in the entire country with a population of 10 million.

All of the proceeds that Kate and her teammates raise for the marathon will go to PIH. If you or someone you know has the ability to contribute, please do so, and feel free the share the link below with your family, friends, coworkers, Uber drivers, doctors, frenemies, lovers, etc…The money raised through this page will go towards treating vicious diseases like malaria and tuberculosis, building homes for poor families, helping farmers increase their crops, and treating malnutrition in children. Every dollar helps :)


Kate has been training in Haiti, where the conditions and terrain are quite different from that of Philadelphia. Kate is used to living outside of the United States, as she and I met as Peace Corps Volunteers in Ethiopia back in October of 2009. We were placed as random roommates for a few days in the very beginning, and hit it off basically before we even met each other (she may have stalked me on the Facebook page). Anywho, Kate’s one of the most incredible individuals I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and she just so happens to be incredibly talented. She tackles whatever she sets her mind out to do, and I know she’ll finish running those 26.2 miles in a few weeks with a huge smile on her face. I tip my hat to anyone who can do such amazing feats! Get it, K8.

We had matching Macabi skirts, WHAT THE WHAT

We had matching Macabi skirts, WHAT THE WHAT

As always, thanks for reading, and I hope this message finds everyone well. Happy Fall to y’all!


Who Doesn’t Love a Good Petition?

Hello again.

It was recently brought to my attention that there is something floating out there on the interwebs that could possibly one day save my life, or the life of someone like me. I, along with several other people, lack adrenal glands (or have adrenal insufficiency) and those glands are crucial to one’s survival.

For the remainder of my life, I have to take replacement hormones (by way of steroids) that were once produced by my old adrenal glands. The glands are responsible for the production of the hormones cortisol and aldosterone, and both play a significant role in one’s ability to stay alive.

Now fast forward to me (or someone else who lacks adrenals) getting into a bad accident or having an illness where I am brought to the emergency room. Aside from endocrinologists, not many doctors or medical personnel know much about rare endocrine disorders, and therefore there’s not exactly a standard protocol for them to follow in this type of situation. Someone in my situation can have what is called an “adrenal crisis“, wherein the individual needs a mega dose of steroids ASAP in order to avoid further damage to oneself, or possibly even death. A body with normally functioning adrenals automatically produces excess cortisol to fight off infection or in response to any type of trauma.

I know this sounds extreme, but I am living with an extreme condition that is manageable with replacement steroids. However, I.C.E. (in case of an emergency), things can change rather quickly. Please please please consider opening the link I’ve posted below – it’s a petition to get the type of help that people like myself need when faced with a crisis. If you agree that it could save a life or 239764598 in the future, please sign your name. Many more signatures are needed by October 9, 2014. Also, feel free to share the link with anyone you know who has a heart and internet access.


From the White House to Your House.

From the White House to Your House.

Thank you for your time and consideration,


Kicking It Without Cushing’s

Because to be Kicking it With Cushing’s, well:

no thyme

No thyme at all. But time? Nah.

So that’s what I think I’m doing, and have no reason to believe otherwise…I had a follow-up with my endo down in SoFlo this past June 16th, and he said so far, so good.

No problems with my tongue.

No problems with my tongue.

A couple months later, I had some labs drawn for him on September 2nd, and again, he said things are looking mighty fine. I’ll go for my next appointment on December 15th, and see if all is still well in a few months. I take my meds and supplements as prescribed, and have yet to experience an adrenal crisis or to use my SoluCortef injection with that thick ass needle. Due to the radiation I had on my pituitary about a year and a half ago, I have to get all of my pituitary hormones checked every so often, because in 2-5 years from the date of my stereotactic radiosurgery, it’s quite likely that I’ll lose all function of my pituitary. It’s neat that it functions still with only its stalk and 1/3 of the gland, as the other 2/3 were removed during the various surgeries I’ve had over the last few years. In the meantime, I’ll just keep washing my hands as instructed below, and hope for the best:

Sudsy Lisa

Sudsy Lisa at the Cleveland Clinic

En route to going to my last appointment in Weston, Florida, my father and I stopped by the Everglades for a hot minute/day. Having lived in Florida for the majority of my life, it was my first time there, and I think it was the same for my dad. We saw our fair share of wildlife and got bitten by our fair share of the 43 varieties of mosquitoes that inhabit the park. Fortunately, we did not get eaten by a Burmese python, as they slither unrestrained (yikes!) throughout the park and have been known to eat alligators, but not as large as the one pictured below:

The Gator Nation is EVERYWHERE

The Gator Nation is EVERYWHERE

Because it was Father’s Day when we were in the ‘Glades and we both love loud noises, we went out of the park to take an airboat ride nearby, another first for the both of us. I didn’t think I’d be overly taken with it, but I was too quick to judge. We both enjoyed ourselves, and the windblown looks that came free with the purchase of a ride.

Rad Airboat Dad

Rad Airboat Dad

Soon after my SoFlo appt, my sister and her husband revealed that she was carrying a little growing bean in her belly. I’ll be an aunt for the first time with my tiny nephew in late November, so that’s pretty darn exciting!

Little Bean will love me and I will love him!

Little Bean will love me and I will love him!

The end of June called for a trip to Milwaukee and other parts of Wisconsin to visit relatives and get my fill of Bratwursts and cheese curds for a lifetime. My aunt and I went to Summerfest for a day, which is a huuuuuuge music festival on the Lake front in Milwaukee, where we ate strange foods and saw the headliner for that night, Outkast. Apparently, it was a show on their 20th year reunion tour – who knew?! As you can imagine, the show was awesomely energetic, entertaining, and crowded.

Holy deliciousness on a stick.

Pre-Outkast Holy Deliciousness on a stick. (beef wiener wrapped in a spiralized potato, deep fried, then drizzled with jalapeno cheez, sriracha ketchup, mayo, and beer candied bacon.)

The Fourth of July happened, and I celebrated America’s Independence with my family at Lake Martin in Alabama. A couple weeks later, I celebrated my 28th birthday with a polka dotted hat and some friends:

Who doesn't love a cutesy party hat and a giant margarita?!

Who doesn’t love a cutesy party hat and a giant margarita?!

Having no adrenal glands is a rather serious condition, and while it can be medically managed, I am supposed to wear a piece of medical alert jewelry in case of an emergency. I am now steroid dependent and if I happened to be in a bad accident or something of the sort, I could die if I didn’t get enough of the steroids I’m lacking into my body in a timely manner. Instead of always wearing a bracelet or a necklace, I decided to get this sweet ratatattoo on my inner left wrist:

My very literal medical tattoo

My very literal medical tattoo

It wasn’t painful, but I don’t foresee myself getting any other tattoos in my lifetime. It just felt like someone was repeatedly dragging a hot thin needle over my skin for a prolonged period of time. It was uncomfortable, but not excruciatingly painful.

As the summer draws to a close, I have not been wearing white past Labor Day. Just kidding, I rarely wear white to begin with, and don’t adhere much to fashion rules, if that one is even still a thing. I will miss the weekend beach trips and swimming in the warm Gulf waters with good friends, seeing good friends home from overseas, brunching outdoors, and all things summer, but I am ready for a change in this 100° heat and a chance to see pretty foliage when I go to North Carolina next month for a friend’s wedding.

Cheers to the end of summer and being able to live a pretty dang normal life sans adrenal glands:

What I am is what I am, are you what you are or what?

What I am is what I am, are you what you are or what?

Fitting beach feast for 20 - made by yours truly

Fitting beach feast for 20 – made by yours truly

And just remember – when life hands you lemons, or fun socks from South Korea (Thanks Bryan!), squeeze em/wear em, and find time to laugh and embrace your situation:

Why so serious?

Why so serious?

Also, it’s now 2007 in Ethiopia, and to celebrate, I made a few Ethiopian dishes for my family to enjoy last week:

Dog Approved Habesha Migib

Dog Approved Habesha Migib

In closing, I’ll leave y’all with a comparison of how far I’ve come since December of 2011 with Cushing’s, and July 2014 without Cushing’s:

I've come a long way, but still have much to conquer.

I’ve come a long way, but still have much to conquer, but so far I have a healthier aura for Laura!

As always, thanks to everyone for your love and support. I hope y’all had a lovely summer, and come on Fall and college football! #gogata


Kicking Cushing’s to the Curb

It’s now a thing of my past, so I’ll probably have to change the title of my blog someday in the near future. I no longer have that horrid disease that did a pretty bang up job of controlling my life for over 3 years. I’m almost 2 weeks out from having my adrenal glands removed, and I can honestly say that I feel rather decent. The rate at which I’m healing has been speedy, and I have very few complaints thus far.

I last left off in the pre-surgical prep room with a picture of my CC (Cleveland Clinic) swag, including a fancy gown, hair net, non-skid socks, and a swanky zippered tote for my parents to carry the clothing and shoes I wore to the surgery center. I suited up that morning, and of course had time to take one last selfie, as it would be the last picture of me to ever exist while having Cushing’s. I can’t say it’s an attractive picture, but it’s one I’ll hang onto as being my last memory while lucid and having an over production of cortisol in my life:

So long, nose ring, hello glasses!

So long nose ring, hello glasses, and a v-neck hospital gown!

I came out on the other end and got this sweet water jug thing as a You-lived-to-tell-the-tale type prize. Or maybe they gave it to me because I was incredibly thirsty out of surgery…either way, they mean business up North, and more CC swag for my pile.

Had to re-hydrate.

Had to re-hydrate.

In all seriousness, the removal of my glands took roughly 5 hours. I checked in at 5am, was called back around 6am, got dressed, met the surgeon for the first time in person (he was/is legit), then was taken back to the OR around 7am. I chatted and joked with the people who’d be in the room during surgery for a bit before I took my final breaths and drifted into LaLaLand, where I don’t recall a thing! Everything went smoothly in the operating room, and I got to use this fun little tool when I came to, to help with my breathing:

To the lungs!

To the lungs!

I was told that I chewed on my breathing tube initially (I was intubated and put under general anesthesia), as I was positioned on my stomach, so I had to be turned over and they put some other crap in my mouth so that I wouldn’t chew on it the whole time and would be able to breathe during surgery. The surgeon went in through my back, in a procedure known as a laparoscopic bilateral adrenalectomy via the posterior retroperitoneal approach. This technique isn’t highly used, but it makes much more sense to reach the adrenals through the back, as that’s where they’re located, atop the kidneys. I have 6 small incisions, 3 on each side, with internal dissolving stitches, covered by glue, steri strips, and bandaids.

I spent a few hours in the recovery room, but then was able to go up to a regular floor, where I only had to spend a day. During that day however, I consumed my fair share of beverages, as the IV drip I was on was not satiating my whistle!

Hydration Station...

My Personal Hydration Station…

I was put back on a regular diet soon after I came to, but I think there was some confusion as to how hungry I actually was:

I guess the food service people thought my appetite was removed. Wrong, it was simply my adrenals...

I guess the food service people thought my appetite was removed. Wrong, it was simply my adrenals…

Roughly 24 hours after I was brought onto the recovery floor, I was told that I was being discharged! All of my doctors and their teams were in agreement that I was doing well enough to leave at that point, also keeping in mind that hospitals are filthy, dirty breeding grounds for diseases and germs. Because I wasn’t sick sick, they didn’t want me staying in the CC and running the risk of catching something. So naturally, I disrobed from my lovely hospital attire and took a “I’m getting out of here selfie”:

Get outta there/discharge selfie

24 hours later/Get outta there/discharge selfie

We stayed at a hotel nearby the CC, and I was up and about the next day. We had a celebratory dinner of fantastic Indian food, where I was able to eat 1/3 of my favorite meal:

Paneer Tikka Masala for my first deliciously large meal sans adrenals

Paneer Tikka Masala for my first deliciously large meal sans adrenals

We also explored Cleveland’s Botanical Gardens, where we saw some beautiful flowers and plants:

We explored the Cleveland Botanical Gardens

A tulip varietal, one of my favorites.

We had to stick around the area until Friday afternoon, when I had a follow-up with my surgeon and my endocrinologist, who both gave me the go-ahead to get the heck outta there. They said everything looked wonderful and that I should play the part of a hurting patient who just had surgery, so as to gather sympathy from others, ha ha (I ain’t no tease!)!

Friday afternoon follow-up with The Doctors, my doctors. They gave me a high 5 and said to get the heck outta doge/Cleveland.

Friday afternoon follow-up with The Doctors, my doctors. They gave me a high 5 and said to get the heck outta dodge/Cleveland.

All in all, I’m super glad I followed through with the BLA – I have no regrets (yet). My adventures in medical land would not have been possible without the help, love, and support of sooooooo many people all along the way, so THANK YOU all, so much, for sticking by my side. I owe a lot to these two, who’ve been super amazing throughout the whole ordeal, and were great to have in the Cleve:

Cheer Squad/Rock Stars/Parents.

Cheer Squad/Rock Stars/Parents.

So my dad flew home early Saturday morning, and my mom and I started our road trip home from the Cleve to Tallahassee, with several stops along the way. One of the first:

America and Laura run on Dunkin

America and Laura both run on Dunkin

The second, in Newell, West Virginia – the Fiestaware Factory/Factory Store (I’m a sucker for colorful dishes, what can I say?!):

Where old Fiestaware goes to die.

Where old Fiestaware goes to die.

Next up, 2 nights in Highlands, North Carolina:

Serenity Now.

Serenity Now.

And lastly, a passporty photo of myself (so vain) 1 week post-op.

New Passport Photo?!

New Passport Photo?!

I’m home and things are going smoothly – I’ve lost all the weight I gained in the hospital (they pumped me full of 10 pounds of goodness), plus a couple other lbs, so I think things are working. I’m on a strict dose of 2 meds, 3x a day, and will meet again with my endocrinologist at the SoFlo CC on June 16th. I wear my medical alert bracelet, carry a SoluCortef (extra strength cortisol) injection with me in hopes that I’ll never need to use it, and have alarms set on my phone for my medicine times. I also enjoy low-cal sports drinks, yummmmmmmm. (My electrolytes are now wonky.)

While I don’t know that I’d say being Adrenal Insufficient is enjoyable, it sure is manageable, which I’ll take over Cushing’s any day.

As always, thanks for your love and support – I’m going to be just fine.

With love and no diseased glands in tow,


So Long, Kidney Party Hats!

Well, they’re officially off of my kidneys and out of my life. My adrenal glands, that is. Before heading up to Oh-Oh-Oh-Ohio, some of my lovely friends back home threw a going away dinner for me, wherein they got me an awesome cake:


Push That Cush!

It read, “Time for you to push that Cush – we love you Laura!” Thoughtful and appropriate, and I only then learned that “Kush” is a weed reference (I live under a rock). However, the Cush they were referring to was an abbreviation for Cushing’s, the stupid disease I’ve been dealing with for the last many years.


My friends rock pretty hard, party hats and all :)

My Gland Finale send off was a ton of fun, and my friends are the best and most thoughtful (thanks ladies and gents!). We ate a magnificent dinner and finished it off with the aforementioned/photoed Cush cake (carrot for the win!), and I was showered with balloons, flowers, sweet cards, and a few other delicacies. It was definitely a morale booster as I headed up to Cleveland to have surgery.

Road Trip Ready

Road Trip Ready


Psych! This is in Tennessee…

My parents and I headed up to Ohio from Florida a couple days before surgery, and moseyed our way on up there, passing by Cleveland, Tennessee en route. I think the Ohio version rocks harder, or at least they have a Rock & Roll Hall of Fame there…The Cleve, as I came to call it, didn’t seem all that bad, and it wasn’t the “Mistake on the Lake” I’ve heard it referred to as – it was full of charm and culture and a really huge hospital, the place I’d learn to call home for a few days!

Cleveland Clinic

My Home Away From Home

The clinic campus in Ohio is phenomenally large, spanning for several blocks, plus other locations in the area. I just so happened to have my surgery at the main campus in the Cleve, which seemed to be a convenient location in the city, with my parents at a hotel only a couple blocks away.

My day of pre-op on Monday, May 5th, went really well – I started at 8am with a CT scan of my abdomen/adrenals, then proceeded on from there to just about every other appointment one would every need to have leading up to surgery.


The Cleveland Clinic – so welcoming to all!

Everyone we met with was super friendly and nice, accommodating and knowledgeable, and made me feel as though I had made the right choice in choosing the Cleveland Clinic for my Bilateral Adrenalectomy (BLA). The Ohio branch is ranked #2 in the country as far as adult endocrine affairs are concerned. Can’t beat that!

I was able to end the day with one last hurrah while having my glands – as it just so happened to be Cinco de Mayo. A margarita (OK so I had 2) and queso were the perfect ways to end my disease-filled life – and you best believe I enjoyed every bite and sip!


$3 Mason Jar Margs and the best queso in town!

I had to cut off food and drink at midnight, in preparation for the surgery that was about to ensue, but that wasn’t a problem, as I was asleep by 9:30pm for my 4:00am wake up call...Bilateral Adrenalectomy or Bust!


Inpatient swag/surgical prep.

Happy Belated Birthday, Harvey!

April 8th  was a day to celebrate Cushing’s awareness, a disease/condition/syndrome so aptly named after the man who “discovered” it, Dr. Harvey Cushing. I toasted him around 1pm on that day, with a refreshing glass of cherry lime sangria at a lovely place in DC, while there on vacation. I should have done something to promote Cushing’s awareness on that day, but in my mind, better late than never. Also, I feel as if I need closure to my situation, and the end is finally in sight.

Thanks for naming all my problems.

And here’s to you, Harvey Cushing.

Before my trip to DC, I met with a new endocrinologist at the Cleveland Clinic in Weston, FL, and it was determined that I would need to have my adrenal glands removed (shocking information, I know!). The majority of the doctor’s time is spent at the Cleveland Clinic in Ohio, where they have something like 26 endocrinologist and 6 endocrine surgeons, so he recommended me to their top surgeon way up there. I was originally scheduled for surgery on April 22nd, but that date got changed to May 6th, which is less than a week away at this point!

Always sunny in SoFlo!

Always sunny in SoFlo!

After meeting the new doctor, I of course had to do lab work for him, in the form of a 24-hour urine collection, dexamethasone suppression test, and a few random blood draws – which always makes for an enjoyable couple of days. They do know me by name at the lab where I have my work done, but I don’t know if that’s necessarily a good thing.

You mean THIS gallon of urine?!

You mean THIS gallon of urine?!

And then, I agreed to participate in a 6 week saliva study for the Cleveland Clinic in diagnosing people with Cyclical Cushing’s, as they think that’s what I’ve been blessed with. So every day for 6 weeks, I had to collect my saliva 2x/day, by placing a small cotton-ish log roll (it kind of looked like a small tampon, but without the string) under my tongue for 5 minutes at designated times. My cortisol was being tested, and saliva is a very accurate measure for said hormone to be tested. I was unable to drink alcohol, coffee, or juice 4 hours before the collection time, with no food or drink an hour before, then I had to rinse my mouth out with water 10 minutes before the collection. I then had to freeze the samples, and send them off to Cleveland in 1 week batches. I bet you’re jealous after reading about that, as it was really fun. But it will hopefully benefit others down the road, somehow, somewhere…

Put it in your mouth

Put it in your mouth

So now I’m in the preparation/anxiety stage of my upcoming surgery. For starters, I’ve never been to Cleveland, but I’m excited to visit a new place. It’s still a bit cool up there temperature wise, so I’ll have to forego my sundresses and sandals for sweaters and boots. Or pajamas, slippers (or those socks with the grippy things on the soles) and hospital gowns, as I doubt I’ll be outside seeing the sites all that much. On the other hand, I don’t know that I feel all that prepared for surgery, but I do have 7 pre-op appointments next Monday, the day before my surgery. That will be the first time I meet the surgeon and his team, as well as the last day that I drink a margarita and eat a lot of queso while having adrenal glands, as it will be Cinco de Mayo! Hospital stays aren’t the greatest, but I feel like an old pro at this point! This is what I looked like following my 2nd brain surgery in December 2011 – my, how far I’ve come!

Enjoying my cocoon of blankets and IVs

Enjoying my cocoon of blankets and IVs

It’s hard to believe that it’s been so long since I’ve been battling this horrid disease that is Cushing’s, but I feel hopeful about this next/last step in the treatment process. I will in turn be adrenal insufficient for the rest of my life, but it’s a manageable condition, and I’ll apparently learn all about it when my endo comes to see me in the hospital the day after my surgery. I will have to take a few medications daily in order to stay alive, and wear a medical alert bracelet or other piece of jewelry, in case I’m ever in an accident or pass out on the street and need to be revived or treated. The swanky bracelet is a precursor to the sweet ratatattoo I’m going to get – inside wrist, haven’t yet determined which arm.

It's waterproof, sporty, and matches my Timex.

It’s waterproof, sporty, and matches my Timex.

I have much more to write, but don’t want to have an overly long blog post – so hang tight and I’ll post more about the Gland Finale before my surgery!

In the meantime...

In the meantime…

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