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Yay 4 day work week (or whatever it is you people say).

I would wander into the tea room, give you a smile and say something small-talky along the lines of "oh no, another work week, but at least this is a short one", except, all I did was work all weekend. Dealing with tech support issues that aren’t even my problem. So unfortunately the niceties aren’t really coming easily today.

The Web Design business prepares you for being a Doctor in quite a few ways you wouldn’t expect… long hours, lots of "Emergencies" that aren’t actually urgent, lots of balking at bills and assuming you are "rich", lots of "c’mon, just one more free hit"… mass consumption of caffeine & Red Bull… and a lot of people acting as though you are their own personal counsellor/troubleshooter/agony aunt/whipping girl.

So I figure hey, at least if I am a Doctor I get to say what I do and actually get some respect. People go to jail for practicing Medicine without a licence.

OK, that’s not the real reason for me going to Medical School, but it sounded funny in my head :)

While the jury is out, they hang the defendant.

It’s really been a bit of a shitstorm since the last post, where a lot has happened quickly. Faced with very few options, I asked my friend if he would see me at his clinic and help me to order tests. I saw him, he listened, and ordered me the tests, not because I am a friend of his, or because I am calling in any favours, but because he actually listened to me. He’s a good Doctor.

I am now awaiting a bunch of results and an MRI & CT scan next week, and I am going a bit nuts waiting, frankly, because I really just want it done with. I gave a stack of blood on Saturday and my Salivary test results should be arriving tomorrow. I am really nervous about what they’ll show.

I received a letter last week from the Endocrinologist to my GP, which, predictably, dismisses everything based on some normal urine results and a suppressed dexamethasone test. His letter was clinical, non-committal and quite obviously acutely aware that I am pissed off.

Of course, with me having nothing to lose anymore, I decided to write an email that clarifies said letter.

I received a final letter from Dr Endo to GP last week and I would like this email on both files again please. I used to be concerned about being labelled as a nuisance, but I don’t care anymore because it seems to be happening anyway.

I would like it noted that Dr Endo’s report to Dr GP is not my recollection (please note that my husband was present at this appointment too and can verify my account):

1. Cushing’s was never something I was “convinced” of. It is an idea, that I presented to my DOCTORS to exclude as a possibility. A single dexamethasone suppression test is not diagnostic for Cushing’s, and Australian Doctors are notorious for being backward when it comes to the diagnosis of it. This is exacerbated in cases of cyclical Cushing’s. I naively thought that Dr Endo would be open to an empowered, informed patient and suggested (at both the initial appointment and follow-up) to him that midnight salivaries (that I was self-funding) are often more reliable and that there are hundreds of proven cases of Cushing’s that showed normal UFCs and dex suppression. He interpreted this, quite clearly, as me being “fixated”.

To be fair to Dr Endo, he initially offered me a whole stack of 24hr urine jugs with lab forms to test when “high”. Unfortunately, the way that I cycle (having charted symptoms for 2 months) will make it difficult to catch and it can take years to get it. I suggested that either a) midnight salivary cortisol or b) midnight plasma cortisol would be a better indication (according to expert Cushing’s Doctors) for someone who cycles. I merely suggested something that would take 3 months over something that could potentially take years. I would think that I would get a say in how long I suffer with symptoms for, and that if there is an easier test that is quicker, I should be allowed to suggest it.

I am far too busy to be sick and want to minimise that time wherever possible. I have exams to sit, a business to run & 3 kids. I don’t have time to make up diseases.

2. In the appointment, Dr Endo specifically said that despite all of my ongoing symptoms, he was unwilling to do even the most basic of hormone testing, including thyroid antibodies, Vitamin D, Ferritin, Aldosterone etc. I also suggested an MRI & CT scan, which I said I was going to pay privately for with or without him. I have those booked next week, FYI. His answer was “then you’ll think you have Cushing’s”. I want to make it clear that I know that these tests are NOT diagnostic but add to the picture. I am merely collecting information so that the next time I see an Endocrinologist/Immunologist/Internal Medicine Specialist, I don’t waste my (or their) time, which Dr Endo clearly seems to believe I have done. I stated in the appointment that I am aware of the stats re: incidentalomas. But you know, if there’s a big fat tumour sitting somewhere that’s obvious… it might help.

3. When he said that I do not have Cushing’s, when asked, quite genuinely, what it could be, his words were “not my problem” “go back to your GP”.

I would like it noted that the appointment was demeaning and humiliating.

Now I am pursuing privately funded testing. I am ordering Midnight Salivaries & Adrenal Stress Profile Tests from Pathlab in Victoria. I am having a privately funded MRI & CT scan. And I am not seeing any other Specialists until I have the proof I need. It may not be Cushing’s, but it’s something. I am open to MS, Lupus, plain old Syndrome-X, or ANYTHING else that explains my symptoms.

I have a GP friend who knows & believes me and is helping with the testing, and a phlebotomist who can take my midnight bloods. I know a lot of Doctors & medical community folk and am finally pursuing Med School myself. I am not an idiot and don’t appreciate being treated like one.

GP, I will keep you updated. You are most welcome to call me about this if you need to or reply privately to this email.

Naturally, after the last appointment I was really, really upset and shaken and genuinely started to self-doubt. I actually spent 3 days, repeatedly asking Jason if he thought I was a hypochondriac and that it was OK if he thought I was. He insisted I wasn’t.

I also found out that someone I thought was decent was reading my Twitter feed and calling me a hypochondriac to anyone who would listen. Honestly? I don’t know what to think anymore. I know in my heart of hearts that it’s not true, but boy did it cut deep. I don’t blame her for being so nasty… at least she is brave enough to say it out loud, I guess. It makes me wonder just how many people are thinking it and not saying it, though.

But now, it really is just a process of exclusion. If the test results come back normal, then, for now, I am just going to give up. There are a couple of things we can test after Cushing’s, like for autimmune diseases and stuff, but after all of this stuff going on… I am just tired. I’ll just have to learn to live with it, and hope I get sicker so I get taken seriously.

I am a mess.

12:34am, the day of my endocrinologist appointment.

What a shitty day. I knew that I would be nervous in the lead-up to the appointment today, but holy shit… I didn’t expect ANYTHING like yesterday. There are no words to describe the uncontrollable and unmoving unrest & sheer RAGE I have felt. If I didn’t know why this was happening, I would be certain I was going crazy and would seriously, have taken myself off to Graylands voluntarily. Yes. That bad.

The good news, I guess, is that I am in a ‘high’ cycle, which means no pain for the last 3 days. I hope it’s high enough to catch in a blood test! The weirder news, just in case you thought you could read this blog and avoid the TMI stuff (jokes on you!)… my period that was 3 weeks late arrived today. The optimal time to test hormones & see what’s going on is cycle date 3, so I am a little bit "squee!" at the idea that things may just be obvious enough to get a diagnosis quickly.

I hope.

But of course, knowing what I do about the medical profession’s attitude about this, I am not going to hold my breath. Although the puffy face, the shoulder fat pads, the unbearable chin acne that shot up this last 2 days (all related to excess cortisol production), just MIGHT mean we can catch it. Jason is coming to my appointment to try and get through to the Doctor that I am really sick. Because I am terrible at getting that across myself. Hell, I can barely look anyone in the eye without wanting to rip their head off, so I can’t possibly think straight!

I have been thinking a lot about spiritual issues of late, wondering why on earth I keep being punished, despite being a good person. I don’t really have an answer for it other than if there IS a deity, that the only explanation for all of it is that I am somehow supposed to get treatment, so I can then go on and pursue research and cure everyone myself as a Doctor. I am not terribly religious, but I have to say that if things do go my way, I will repent like a motherfucker, because for the first time in about 15 months, underneath all the facial burning, the shadow-of-my-former-self and the telling my husband that he probably SHOULD kill himself because "hey, we have life insurance"… and hearing that like it’s coming out of someone else’s mouth … I feel some hope that things will work out.

Well, that and overwhelming dread, that I have not been able to get past, at the prospect of potentially not living to see my 35th or 40th birthday. And unbelievable paranoid, bipolar-like mood swings that go from complete and utter despair to tears, to screaming anger, all in the space of a few hours. I don’t recognise myself, but somehow I need to just know not to involve others and lock myself away.

Which, when you have hormones telling you to be a psycho bitch and seek out anyone to pick a fight… well… easier said than done.

But hey, at least the debilitating muscle & joint pain is gone, right?

My poor, poor family.

I was also reading up on some bits & pieces today in medical journals (what? you don’t do that?) and had a pretty scary revelation… about how lucky I am to have had 3 healthy-ish pregnancies. The worst outcome we had was Moo and his IUGR/Prematurity/Respiratory Distress… but it turns out… it could have been much, much worse if I had waited longer to have children. And I may not have been able to have them at all.

It turns out that the chances of Cushing’s patients conceiving, then maintaining pregnancy, are quite slim. But I have a theory about this one…. one that when the old genius-brain is restored and back to normal I will study and prove (among others)… and that is that because Cushing’s remains "dormant" for some time with cyclical or episodic patients and they get their diagnosis many years after being symptomatic… they are lumped into that PCOS/Hypertensive pregnancy/Atypical preeclampsia group and not generally followed up and not screened for Cushing’s. Like me.

In hindsight, my hypertensive pregnancies were probably in response to excess cortisol in my system… the blood pressure, the IUGR, the failed induction… the failed GD test but then back to normal….all of it. A broken feedback loop. And it explains why with my 2nd pregnancy, after hospitalisation at 26 weeks with preeclampsia, upon receiving dexamethasone… my BP returned to normal because it threw my cortisol down (it works like that paradoxically) and bought me another few weeks. It all starts to make sense. Each pregnancy progressively worse, the muscle waste, erratic protein & glucose spill… all of it makes sense.

So obviously, I am feeling introspective and philosophical about this whole thing right now, because initially where I only saw anger and hurt at people having not picked up my Cushing’s earlier… I am now feeling so very, very fortunate that I lived in ignorance for so long… that I managed to have my 3 lovely kids.

More and more, I also think it points less to a pituitary tumour and more to a tumour on the adrenal gland – given that I have had successful pregnancies, cyclical cushings and failed to suppress on dexamethasone. Will be interesting to see what it is, anyway. Oh and I also think my thyroid is fucked to boot. Yay me!

Ah the irony… when I was feeling low, I was angry and upset. Now, my body is screaming 100% anger & fury, I can now only feel some humility and optimism. That’s why I like to write this blog. It’s why I read medical journals. It’s why I like to understand everything that is going on, because on some level even when I am at my worst, I can take comfort in knowing that intellectually, there is an upside…. and that when this is all over, I am off to Medical school and I am going to help people like me.

And yes, I am a complete fucking headcase about today, in case you were wondering. But, you know… I am going to try and sleep… ok… well…. I am going to go and lay down & close my eyes, but not actually sleep. Same thing, right?

There’s a chance I will write again before the appointment, but if not, I will write later today.