Today is the twenty-second anniversary of my pituitary Cushing's surgery. It seems like I should be feeling better by now, right?
Sure, some things are better although I'm hard-pressed to say which.
My endo says I don't have Cushing's anymore, so that's a good thing.
I do have a growth hormone deficiency, I'm panhypopituitary and have adrenal insufficiency. Kinda like the old jumping out of the frying pan into the fire.
One thing cured, 3 others added. Hmmm - I'm not sure I like the math.
Supposedly, I have a slightly longer life expectancy because the tumor is gone...but the GH deficiency can take away up to 5 years, the kidney cancer can take away more so I'm losing ground on that, too.
Because of the cancer, I can't do anything about the GH deficiency. Because of the treatment for the GH deficiency, I might have gotten the cancer in the first place. Catch 22. Interesting that this phrase coincides with the anniversary number.
Then, I often wonder - is life expectancy only about years? What if there's no quality?