I finally heard back from the Cushing's Support and Research Foundation on the story wrote for them about me. They gave me permission to post the story here and asked that I include a link to them which is something I'm happy to do. I've made a couple of changes to correct mistakes. It appeared in last year's summer edition of the print magazine:
I've decided to share my
story; a story in which CSRF has a part. I was born April 28, 1956 in Jacksonville, the second child in what
would become a family of six. Mother was always overweight and until
adolescence so was I. Even in adolescence, though, I always had a bit of
fat on the middle which no amount of exercise or dieting could get rid
of. I've been told by one of my doctors that this could be considered a
sign of problems with my cortisol even at that early date. Mother,
though, had all of the classic signs of Cushing's Syndrome, the truncal
obesity, moon shaped face, and even the mental illness which is known to
sometimes accompany the syndrome. Growing up in her household was not an
easy early life as dad looked the other way and never sought help for mom,
eventually divorcing her and leaving us in her care when he'd had enough.
After I married at 25, I started gaining weight
again, quickly becoming morbidly obese. Although it became more
difficult to do many things, including finding work, I didn't worry overmuch
other than to wonder why it was so hard for me to lose weight. The answer
started to come when I entered an LPN school. During the lecture about
endocrine disorders the teacher covered Cushing's Syndrome and as I sat listening
all the pieces fell in place, for what my mother suffered from. Armed
with this new knowledge I went home to my wife and announced to her that I
finally had the answer to mom's problems. After describing the symptoms
of Cushing's syndrome to her my wife said to me, "but Stanley, except for the mental illness that
describes you!" Needless to say, that struck me dumb. That was
in December of 1983.
I
would learn pretty quickly just how hard it is to get doctors to consider
Cushing's syndrome at all. Mother and I had a doctor at the time who
wasn’t really open to looking at Cushing’s as a potential problem. In
both of our cases our doctor ordered a serum cortisol and then announced to us
we didn't have the problem when the cortisol came back arguably within the
correct range. Then he lectured us both on diet and control. Mother would die in 1997, officially of COPD
at 65 years of age. She never had another doctor who would even go as far
as that first one did. That would be the first of many frustrations when
dealing with doctors over the years.
I
never forgot Cushing's, but learned to bide my time and pick the right
opportunity and doctor to suggest Cushing's to. The opportunity came in
2000, when the doctor I'd now had for several years after moving to the area
invited me to his personal office instead of the examination room to suggest a
procedure he wanted me to undergo to treat my morbid obesity, now 425 pounds,
having a panniculectomy performed. A panniculectomy is a procedure in
which the pannus, or fatty portion of the belly is surgically sliced off.
I told the doctor I would agree to the surgery if he would agree to first have
me tested for something to make sure we weren't wasting time and money.
Dr.
Nelson asked me what I wanted to be tested for and why. So I told him I
wanted to be tested for Cushing's Syndrome and why I felt the test was
justified. After listening, the doctor reached over to his shelf and
pulled a reference work on Endocrine disorders off the shelf and looked Cushing's
up. After reading the section of Cushing's he looked at me and told me
I'd made my case. When Dr. Nelson ordered a 24hr urinary cortisol I knew
I finally had a doctor who was serious about the possibility as well.
Given
what I now know about my illness, I'm episodic, I'm thankful that the cortisol
and its follow-up test came back positive, though mildly so (250). The
doctor diagnosed me with Cushing's syndrome and arranged for me to see the
first endocrinologist I went to see. That was but the beginning of a very
long and frustrating journey which still has me untreated for my
underlying condition, Episodic Cushing's Syndrome.
The
first endocrinologist was really nice. After examining me she agreed that
my obesity was consistent with an endocrine problem and assured me that
"we will get to the bottom of it and get you the help you
need." However, she was in her last weeks before giving birth and
passed me on to a colleague for my follow-up. That colleague, another
woman, shut the door in my face to treatment and seized on whatever evidence
she could to justify it. That was also the first, but not last, time I
would have a 24 hour urinary cortisol on the low side of normal. Dr.
Neslon made a few calls and told me I'd fallen victim to an interoffice rivalry.
Go figure.
Dr.
Nelson then sent me to Georgia State Medical college, a much further travel to
see a new endocrinologist. Now I'm going to name endocrinologists because
that new endo and the one I now have are folks l like and trust; you'll see why
in a minute with the first one. But another word, when I went this time
Dr. Nelson told me not to tolerate any pronouncement that I do not have
Cushing's, "You have a diagnosis and you are going in order to find out
what will now be done about it. That is
the only reason I'm sending you."
Dr.
Sadurska was the next endocrinologist I went to see. And I took a new
24hr urinary cortisol which was indicative of Cushing's. Dr. Sadurska did
her initial exam and told me that my muscle mass loss wasn't enough in her
experience to confirm Cushing's. She also told me that what I'd told her
about the results obtained by the other endocrinologist meant I was suggesting
what was known as "Cyclical Cushing's Syndrome," something she'd
never seen and didn't believe existed. However, on the follow-up visit Dr
Sadurska came into the examination room and opened the file to look at the
tests and stood there staring at the results with her mouth open for a good
five minutes. My 24hr urinary cortisol was <02 (less than two)!
Over the next several visits we would establish a variance in my 24hr cortisol
from 0-256, though we weren't able to do enough of them to establish the exact
pattern. Dr. Sadurska was flexible enough to recognize when her opinion
was incorrect and adapt! That is why I would trust her again if she ever
came back into the picture and would recommend her to anybody. She has
moved on, though to practice somewhere else.
It
was about that time I became involved with the Cushing's Support & Research
Foundation. My stepson married about that a woman about a year or two
before who made my weight an issue. She started complaining that her
valuable furniture just wasn't made to accommodate my weight, so I wasn't
really considered welcome in her home. She, and her husband, also
convinced my in-laws to stay at their place during their semi-annual visits to
the area. On one particular visit my wife was called and told that if I
wanted to see my in-laws, I had to bring my own seating as they had nothing for
me to sit on strong enough. I ended up staying home, for the first time
and hurt. That night I was surfing the net looking for new research on
Cushing's and found the Foundation's website. I wrote a really emotional
e-mail to the Foundation, venting my frustration in order to get the whole
thing off my chest, sent it, and forgot it. To my surprise I found an
answer to my message in my inbox which would turn out to be life
changing. I'm ashamed I cannot remember the name of the wonderful
lady who answered my missive, but I owe her a lot. The answer was just
what I needed, the writer expressed outrage at the way I was being treated and
told me that I was not at fault but a victim several times over. The lady
held an important position, vice-president, I think, and over the next several
days we exchanged e-mails and she kept up the effort until she was sure I was
past that critical time. She put my name on the mailing list and I've
enjoyed the newsletter ever since. It reminds me I'm not alone and that
there are people who care, after all, the only thing those close to me seem to
see are the bad parts.
Since
then, on the social side, I've become somewhat isolated. I stood up to my
stepson and became the family pariah who is now excluded from all family
functions on my wife's side of the family. I've watched my health
generally deteriorate as new problems arise and ravage me. Since my
Cortisol cycles and we can't locate the tumor, surgery and medical treatment is
out. Because I have a huge ventral incisional hernia from a gallbladder
removal a bilateral adrenalectomy is contraindicated, so my Cushing's remains
untreated. That means I get the worst of both worlds with the obesity and
its secondary problems and the rather nasty spinal degeneration and effects Addison's
Disease is famous for.
I've
been through a pulmonary embolism, surgery to implant an umbrella in my ascending
major vein because of another blood clot in my leg, and other things.
Since then I've developed an autoimmune disorder where the immune system
periodically attacks my eyes and may eventually take away my sight. And I
could go on.
The
one positive on the health front is that, operating on the theory that I can
lose weight when the cortisol is down and minimize the gain when they go back
up for a net loss I've managed to bring my weight down to 320 pounds from a
peak of 425 pounds. Still my back problems are making me more sedentary
and making it more difficult to lose weight. I recently found out that my baby
brother may be a Cushie as well. Hopefully, he will soon be seeing an
endocrinologist. Right now my main support network is online where I have
quite a number of fellow Cushies as friends on Facebook, they out number the
rest of my friends. They even include a cousin by marriage 1500 miles
away. Funny how a thing like this can bring distant family into one's
life. I was pleased to note in the newsletter that one of those friends,
Susan Kate Findley, was listed as a new member of CSRF. I'll never forget
that someone from CSRF was there for me at a critically low time and I don't
mind doing what I can to be there as well.
For
all my story sounds so pessimistic, I'm a fighter and survivor who is
determined to live to a good, old age and enjoy whatever I can out my
life. I still pester my endocrinologist from time to time so that he
doesn't become complacent and maybe one day we'll be able to do something more
positive than just wait. I've taken up two new hobbies, Flamenco guitar
playing and writing fiction, to bring some sunshine into my life. Like I
wrote, I'm a fighter. Still, I’ll never forget CSRF, the folks who were there
in the beginning, both for us, and me.
The link to the fine people at CSRF is: