In July, I reached the point where I felt confident this was something I could manage all the way around, and my own research had led me to some conclusions that could explain so much about my life, my medical history, and health issues I've been dealing with, many of them for my entire life.
Irony of ironies, having only just found my way to the information myself, sitting down with an Endo and describing all the minor, but life long issues we've never fully been able to deal with, she said "I'll be stunned if it isn't CAH." I didn't lead her to it, just told her what I've been dealing with for so long. To hear her reach the same conclusion without even suggesting it, well it was at once empowering as it was frightening.
CAH is Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia. Over simplified, it means, that at some point during pregnancy, something didn't quite go right, and I was born with a messed up body. Depending on it's severity, it can kill outright, usually within the first few weeks of life, or leave one with a lifetime of problems.
You can figure out which one I got.
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Tomorrow early I'll be checking into the hospital as the spend time running tests on my blood. It promises to be great fun, if you like being stuck with needles as the take blood out of you, and inject stuff in.
Once they release me, a few weeks later, I'll have the results and another meeting with the Endo.
She's assured me, that if this diagnosis is correct and confirmed, it's treatable and I can live a normal healthy life. But the upside to all this is that many of the health issues that I'm taking meds for, well they probably won't need medication before to long, and I'll be able to shed weight again with proper diet and exercise. Which in the last seven some years hasn't been working. I'll be thrilled to get rid of this extra weight, and be taking less meds. But eventually it's going to mean buying new clothes, but fitting back into my old jeans. I look forward to that part. So there's a possibility of progress on the wind, and of course major health benefits, including but not limited to being able to sleep through the night for the first time in years. That will be awesome!
Since the meeting with the Endo I've been running the stages of grief. And just in time for my day with the leeches (kidding folks) I've made some kind of peace with it I think. This is a battle in one form or another I've been fighting most of my life and my father in particular always chalked it up to me being crazy, which meant more head doctors than time with someone who could really help. Yes, without question CAH causes moodiness, depression and plenty of other problems as your body tried to keep you going as your electrolyte levels and hormones swing madly. But it doesn't mean you're crazy. Feeling like I've spent my life fighting a monster that really was under the bed that everyone said was all in my head? Well it's depressing and feels like a life, not exactly wasted, but stolen from me once again. Thus the stages of grief.
In the end, it's not what was, or could have been that really engages me here, it's a possibility of progress.