Cancer.I've thought about this a lot lately. Our last two visits to doctors were both to see surgeons who primarily treat cancer patients. Their offices were filled with a collection of bald-headed chemo patients and those wearing masks to prevent infection. It is truly heartbreaking. While Alex and I were saddened to see this it also opened her eyes. "I'm really sick, aren't I?" It's funny; you tell someone Cushing's Disease, and you might as well have said you have a headache. You tell them cancer and the world changes. I'm not diminishing cancer by any means, but it would be nice to have a "label" that would help people understand the seriousness of this disease. My mom had cancer, my dad had cancer, even Brian had skin cancer, but they got a diagnosis, got treatment and were able to go on with life.
I don't think it's completely accurate but some text books state that the survival rate for Cushing's is 50% at 5 years if untreated. Add to that that the typical patient doesn't get properly diagnosed for 7 years. Nice discrepancy, huh? I'm sure it sounds dramatic but some days I'm really scared we won't make it to the finish line. Surgery doesn't scare me, the disease does.