We all experience them; wistful and passing moments of looking back into our lives for those events of awareness and choice that would have so differently shaped the years that came afterwards. Discovering that I had Cushing’s Disease, and coming to accept its meaning in my life, has brought those moments into sharp clarity.
While I don’t know exactly when my Cushing’s journey started, I can honestly say that I have mismanaged stress and trauma in my life going back to my childhood and I believe my body paid the price for that mismanagement. By the time I was 35, a single mother and working in middle corporate management, the effects of the stress were starting to be more apparent. I knew there was something wrong going on inside my body long before it showed physically.
I first started experiencing symptoms of Cushing’s Disease at the age of 16. I am now 36, and for the past 20 years I have continued to experience the aftermath of Cushing’s and the treatments I have undergone. I would like to say that Cushing’s has not changed me, but that would be untruthful. While Cushing’s does not define me, it is a big part of who I am and has shaped the last 20 years of my life, for better or worse.