This weekend I will 31. Every year on my birthday, I have the thought, wow, I made it to this age. There was a time where I didn't think I would get to be 31. I know that sounds dramatic, but with Cushing's Disease, multiple major surgeries, you know the rest, I have had multiple times where I didn't think I would, or didn't want to, live through it. My life is far from perfect now. I am not working. I was denied disability again. I wonder what I'm doing with my life, how will I ever make a difference in this world. What is my purpose? Why am I here, still, today? But there are always things that are great. I live for Huck, I live for my family, I live for the hope of a better day, a day without illness. Right now, I'm living for planning a family vacation next summer. Or a trip to MV this summer. Or dinner with friends Saturday night. It is sometimes too easy to give up. Feeling like I can't do this for another day. I can't wake up in pa
(Formerly known as Life with Cushing's)