The day was off to a great start; Eddie and the twins sang me happy birthday!
I went off to the gym and then into my endocrinologist appointment with Dr Michael West — as I had nearly twice a month for the last three years — plotting the day ahead.
As it turned out life had something else in store. Three years earlier I learned I had a brain tumor. A pituitary macroadenoma to be exact. Not your run-of-the-mill pituitary tumor; however, this one was special. One of the tumor cells decided to have a little party and that party caused a rare condition known as acromegaly. I know–acrowhat? I quickly learned it’s a scary word for an ugly disease.
Anyway, back to my birthday. The last couple of months had me feeling tired, swollen and rundown; even though results from my last MRI showed the status quo, I had a feeling something wasn’t quite right. You could say I knew this day was coming, I just hadn’t expected it that day.
I left the appointment knowing that things were about to get a little more complicated. I wouldn’t know the next steps for a few weeks.
So I did all that I know how and I kept pushing on.