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Cushing's Awareness Challenge - Day 12 - How Cushing's has altered the trajectory of my life

I can't imagine what my life would be like if I hadn't spent the last 7 or 8 years dealing with Cushing's.  It often hurts to think about (like now, there are already tears all over my keyboard just thinking of writing this post.)

If I never had Cushing's
- I might've done better in college.
- I would have graduated from UVM.
- I might be finishing medical school now!
- I would maybe be living on my own.
- Maybe I would've dated someone in college or in the years after
- Maybe my parents would still be together (I often think my "made up" disease affected my family more than I would like to admit)
-I DEFINITELY would not have as many scars or stretch marks!
-I would have struggled to learn about endocrinology, now I know the pituitary and adrenal glands like the back of my hand.
- I wouldn't have had the opportunity to go through such a debilitating disease and be proud of making it through.
- I wouldn't have been able to meet so many awful, and so many wonderful doctors, who shaped my goals for the future, and helped me realize what kind of physician I want to be.
-I wouldn't have realized that sometimes, the friends you meet online through a support group can end up being one of the biggest reasons I am still here today.
- I was able to realize who my real friends are, and who will continue to be there for me no matter what.

As I read this list back, I was surprised at how many things on this list are positive.  Sometimes a horrible, life changing thing brings out the best in you and the people that surround you.

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