Most of you already know that I have a Pituitary Tumor and Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome and that just over 2 months ago I was also diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. We also know that there is something else going on that is affecting my health and I have been referred to another specialist that I will see on Monday to have some more tests done.
I'm pretty sure this is the most serious that I have written about what has been going on over the past few years. When we found the tumor I didn't want to do the whole poor pity picked on me announcement, so I had a naming game. I know it's not normal, but I'm just not normal. I figured it was either name it or curl up in a ball and cry. I had some very interesting suggestions, however, the one that came up the most was Spot; so Spot is the tumors name. If you didn't know my family and heard someone get mad at Spot you would probably think we have another dog, but it's just my tumor. With the diagnosis of PCOS, I just filled my prescriptions and figured, wow I really am weird.
Now there is this new diagnosis that has been added to all my drama and I really don't know how to feel about it yet. It has brought me to the point that I had to quit my job and am excited if I can stay awake for an entire day. I hurt all over most every day and have the pleasure of feeling like a human pin cushion. Every day normal things that I have always done are now a chore and leave me exhausted. I feel completely useless!!
I know I can't blame it all on the Fybro, but it's hard to accept that there is more going on. I have a lot of inflammation in me and I am incredibly anemic. Both of those along with the Fybro are contributing to my tiredness and my pain. I will see a GI doctor on Monday and I know that he will be getting me scheduled so they can scope me (both ends even). Okay, that just made me lose all seriousness. There is nothing left sacred now when it comes to my health or my body. Why does that happen, huh? I guess it shouldn't matter once you have children, but seeing that much of the inside of me takes away the last place that had yet to be seen.
Well I will keep everyone posted, whether ya want to know or not, and since I've had good luck so far with not receiving therapy bills after all the other doctors have seen me, here's hoping I make it through another round of examinations without him needing therapy :)
And I also want to say that on those days that I feel like stink and can't move off the couch, those are sometimes one of my best days. Not because of the pain but because that means I get to curl up with a book and read and nap and not feel guilty. There is always something positive that can be found when going through any trial.
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