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Emotional Blackmail and Cushing's

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For those of you who know me personally, you probably know how hard the last month has been. If not let me give you a recap:

Two good friends of Mrs. Zebra and I broke up and one is living with us while they each figure out life without the other. The person staying with us is also chronically ill. She has fibromyalgia and severe migraines, among other things. We have a small sickie commune going on. Mrs Zebra and I both have been in and out of hospitals lately. I'm testing to confirm that the first surgery was not successful, and the last week, Mrs Zebra has been fighting a MRSA infection in her foot from an infected blister. Mix this with a new schedule with commuting the both of us that work, and it's not been exactly a restful time.
What you probably don't know is the other friend hadn't been taking this breakup kindly. He is also suffering from an illness, but I am not qualified to speak about it. Over the past month, he has been harassing our new housemate and to a lesser degree, both of us Zebras. But it's draining what little energy I have.

At first, I saw it as lashing out at her, and then us, for the break up and perceived "taking of sides". I won't get into details because it's not important. Suffice it to say that it's happening only from his end. But the threats on us keep happening. The calls at all hours, the text messages that say things like "well, you aren't answering right away, so I guess we aren't friends anymore" all hours, I mean the man doesn't get that I have a chronic illness, and have to rest or sleep every chance I get. Today, I realized he doesn't care.
This morning, we all were treated to a stressful morning where he was doing it again. He wasn't even letting me use the restroom or get dressed, which both can take considerable energy and time. And stress makes me worse. It makes me more sick. To have to worry about what kind of text message or phone call it is, makes me sick to my stomach.

You can't treat people this way. That's goes for anyone. You can't emotionally blackmail people into giving you attention and expect keep them around. It just doesn't happen. But to do it to people you know can't handle it, that takes either someone who really needs help, or is so beyond caring for people that it isn't worth the time or energy investment to find out.

And if you are reading this, and any of this rings a bell, here is a message straight to you: understanding goes both ways. I understand you are lonely and hurt, but a) its not my god damn fault, b) its not fair to take it out on sick people, and c) keeping it up isn't helping anybody. You have to understand that I don't have many friends because of this disease. People choose not to understand what's going on with me. They judge me for my lack of energy, my lack of social skills, my lack of money, my lack of anything else that makes them want to be friends. If you feel that you are one of these kinds of people, then I'm sorry but I cannot spend so much time and energy propping up your low self esteem if you wont or cant reciprocate. I just cant. I don't have the energy to properly take care of myself. If I spend energy on you, you have to do the same. You cannot expect to get positive results by emotionally blackmailing people, especially ones that are limping along as it is. And your actions have made us very worried about coming over. I'm not sure what you will do.

Now, if you feel you can properly give and take and handle an adult-like relationship with people, then not only will this work out, but I want to be that friend myself. I understand you are hurting. I understand that feeling, like sinking into a hole of worthlessness. I understand what its like to not have enough energy to wipe yourself in the bathroom, let alone get out of bed to do so. Understanding goes both ways. 

No one really wants to be alone all the time. And no one really has to. But lashing out isnt the answer, and for me, at least, I cant handle it. I'm too sick. And I don't have to. We can still be good friends. We can still work together. But that is really up to you. That's what we want. 

Specifically to our friend, you are a smart guy. One of the smartest I know. But I can only spend so much time trying to convince you to sober up from the funk you are in, and realize that. I'm too sick. And for that, I am sorry. 

The Emotionally Drained Weary Zebra

Letter to the new Governor!

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I wrote and mailed this letter in to Governor Pro-tem Inslee and emailed his campaign. Hopefully, he can pull some strings to help us. 


Dear Mr. Inslee

Let me first congratulate you on your victory of being elected as the new governor of the great state of Washington. I was really pulling for you, and the fact that you are our governor makes us feel much better about living here. My wife and I, as well as several people we know in Tacoma, canvassed and worked for your campaign the last few months either knocking on doors or making calls to voters. We hope that you will kick some butt as out governor. 
The reason I am writing to you is that I am in need of your help. Before I get too far into that, let me tell you about myself. My wife and I recently moved here from Texas to be close to my doctors here. On December 30th, we will have been here one year. I have a rare disease called Cushing’s disease. It is, usually, a tumor in one’s pituitary gland that makes your body produce excess cortisol which effects every system in the body. As you may or may not know, Cushing’s is a rarely diagnosed endocrine disorder characterized by hypercortisolism. Cortisol is a hormone produced by the adrenal glands and is vital to regulate the body’s cardiovascular functions and metabolism, to boost the immune system and to fight inflammation. But its most important job is to help the body to respond to stress. The adrenal glands release cortisol in response to stress, so athletes, women experiencing pregnancy, and those suffering from alcoholism, panic disorders and malnutrition naturally have higher-than-normal levels of cortisol.
People with Cushing’s Syndrome live life with too much cortisol for their bodies as a result of a hormone-secreting tumor. Mine is located in the pituitary gland. Endogenous hypercortisolism leaves the body in a constant state of “fight or flight,” which ravages the body and tears down the body’s major systems including cardiovascular, musculo-skeletal, endocrine, etc.
Symptoms vary, but the most common symptoms include rapid, unexplained weight gain in the upper body with increased fat around the neck and face (“moon facies”); buffalo hump; facial flushing/plethora; muscle wasting in the arms and legs; purplish striae (stretch marks) on the abdomen, thighs, buttocks, arms and breasts; poor wound healing and bruising; severe fatigue; depression, anxiety disorders and emotional lability; cognitive difficulties; sleep disorders due to abnormally high nighttime cortisol production; high blood pressure and high blood sugar/diabetes; edema; vision problems; premature osteoporosis; and, in women, signs of hyperandrogenism such as menstrual irregularities, infertility, hirsutism, male-patterned balding and steroid-induced acne.
Attached, you will find a sketch of a typical Cushing’s patient. As you can see, the effects of the disease on the body are dramatic.

Worse, the psychological and emotional effects of having a chronic, debilitating and disfiguring disease range from distressing to demoralizing.
Imagine that, in the space of a year, you became unrecognizable to those around you and to yourself. You look in the mirror, but the person staring back at you is a stranger. You endure the stares and looks of pity from those who knew you before Cushing’s, fully aware that they believe you have “let yourself go” or otherwise allowed this to happen to your body. Nothing you can say or do will persuade them otherwise, so at some point, you stop trying and resolve to live your life in a stranger’s body. While I have been living with this my entire life, this still affects me because I have lost family that went from accepting me to thinking I was lazy, fat, etc. 

You feel increasingly sick, but when you explain your array of symptoms to your doctor, you are dismissed as a depressed hypochondriac who needs to diet and exercise more. Worse, your family members think the same thing — and are often quick to tell you how you need to “change your lifestyle” to overcome the effects of what you eventually will discover, once properly diagnosed, is a serious and rare disease.

If only it were so simple! No one would choose to have Cushing’s. Those of us who have it would not wish it even on our worst enemy.Most people with Cushing’s long for the ability to do simple things, like walk a flight of stairs without having to sit for half an hour afterwards, or vacuum the house or even unload a dishwasher.

One of the worst parts about this disease is the crushing fatigue and muscle wasting/weakness, which accompanies hypercortisolism. Not only do we become socially isolated because of the virilzing effects of an endocrine tumor, which drastically alters our appearance, but we no longer feel like ourselves with regard to energy. We would love to take a long bike ride, run three miles or go shopping like we used to — activities, which we took for granted before the disease struck. Those activities are sadly impossible at times for those with advanced stages of the disease.

Sometimes, as with any serious illness, performing even basic tasks of daily care such as showering and dressing can exhaust the limited reserves of energy available to a Cushing’s patient. Holding down a job has been difficult, especially with the economy like it is. So in 2010, I had surgery at Swedish Medical Center in Seattle. I flew from Texas to find a cure. Instead, I found that it can get much worse. The pitutary is the command center hormone wise, and I am missing almost 3/4 of it, trying to remove a tumor that as far as we can tell is still active. After surgery or other treatment, the recovery period can last months or even years. Because the tumor takes over control of the body’s production of cortisol, the adrenal glands, which had lain dormant prior to surgery, require time to start functioning properly again.
Until this happens, we must take synthetic steroids or else risk adrenal insufficiency or adrenal crisis, which can be quickly life-threatening. Careful monitoring of our cortisol levels is critical during the weaning period. It is a rare but sad fact that some people’s adrenal glands never return to normal, and those people must continue to take hydrocortisone or prednisone — sometimes for life — simply in order for the body to perform correctly its basic systemic functions.

The physical recovery from surgery can be quick, but the withdrawal from hydrocortisone can be a lengthy and extremely painful process. As I described above, Cushing’s causes a tearing-down of muscles and bone. While there is an over-abundance of cortisol in our bodies (as a result of the tumor), we often can’t feel the effects of the muscle-wasting and bone deterioration because of the anti-inflammatory action of cortisol. Upon weaning, however, these become painfully (literally!) evident.
The physical pain experienced while weaning from cortisol has been described as worse than weaning from heroin. When cortisol levels are low, one experiences the symptoms akin to a really bad flu, including severe fatigue (”like a wet cement blanket laid on top of me”); weakness and exhaustion; nausea; headache; vomiting; mental confusion. It is imperative for people who are on replacement steroids after Cushing’s surgery to carry extra Cortef (or injectable Solu-Cortef) with them at all times in addition to wearing a medic alert bracelet so that medical professionals will be alerted to the possibility of adrenal insufficiency in the event of an adrenal crisis.

People who have struggled with Cushing’s Syndrome all hope to return to “normal” at some point. Though none of us want to have Cushing’s, it is often a relief finally to have a correct diagnosis and treatment plan. For many, there is a gradual resolution of many Cushing’s symptoms within a few years of surgery or other successful treatment, and a good quality of life can be achieved. But regrettably, this is not possible in every case. Depending on the severity of the disease and the length of time before diagnosis and treatment, the prognosis can be poor and lead to shortened life expectancy and diminished quality of life. This is not a choice or something we can control, but it is the reality for some people who have suffered the consequences of long-term hypercortisolism. Recovery to this point has been grueling. So we moved up here thinking that we would be closer to people who understand the situation and a better social safety net. 

While both are still very true, especially compared to Texas, we are not doing so well. My wife, Kaylie, also cant work due to a nerve issue with her hands and feet but is getting the help she needs thanks to the doctors we are now able to see. But we are still on the verge of homelessness. I worked what I could during the summer, but was fired, and even though it wasn't gainful employment I was denied disability because of it. I don't qualify for unemployment benefits, and my wife’s is about to run out. On top of that, DSHS keeps requiring us to turn in paperwork that either doesn't exist, they already have, or they wont specify what they need. Thats just so we can get $50 a month in food stamps and maybe get me Medicaid. 

We are struggling just to make sure food is on our plates and all the bills are paid. 
Governor Inslee, we need your help. Is there any way you can intervene in my disability case on my behalf? Or help us get more aid for medical and food? We aren't looking for handouts, but how is anyone supposed to heal so they can get back to work when they have to constantly worry about where their next meal is coming from? We are down to one meal a day to make what we have last as long as we can. I don't want to live on disability. I want to work. I want to help make this state as great as it can be, but with the symptoms still present, and the stress of every day life making them worse, if something doesn't happen soon I wont be around in a year or two. Between my condition and the poverty, this will kill me. But if this doesn't kill me, I want to enter politics and serve the people of Washington just as you have. Please, if there is anything you can do for a 28 year old who worked on your campaign, for someone who is being discriminated against by a system rigged to do so, please do it! 

If you would like to read more about this debilitating disease, please go to:
or my blog:

Thank you.
Love peace, blessings, and solidarity!
Sincerely yours,

The Weary Zebra

Too tired to cary on...

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Its been several months and my followers deserve an update. Ive been so sick and down that there hasnt been much to post.

Summer finally came and went here in Washington state. But it didnt happen without me getting fired from my job at Working America. I was $3 short of my weekly deposit quota. You can read about it HERE.

Ive been trying to get my job back while doing as much freelance work as I can. Mrs. Zebra is still unemployed and still battling many internal demons as well. When I do get work, I get the run around as far as what the client wants, all the settings change, etc. Why cant I just work and get paid?

We are so broke, we cant afford to go and do anything to get our minds off of things. We are eating once a day now too. Not even a big meal. We are slowly starving to death.

In September, I had my hearing for disability and it was post-poned a couple weeks because my lawyer was a hack and didn't show up. The new lawyer found that none of my docs had been helping me at all either, including those at Swedish. My hearing finally comes and the judge is conservative and dosent care that the docs have listed me as disabled, and according to SSI rules I qualify in several categories  Nope. Got the report today.

So on to the next level. If I survive.

Does anyone even give a shit?

Long time, no see...

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Hey all. How have you been?

Im sorry its been so long. A lot has happened since I last posted. Mrs. Zebra lost her job, and to be closer to my doc in Seattle, we scrimped and scraped and barely made it up here. Just in time for the huge budget cuts to happen to social services. So we are in line to fill out paperwork to get in line to see a doctor. Mrs. Zebra is really sick, but we arent 100% sure what with. Her skin is thinning and her hands and feet are always in pain. I thought that I could go back to work and for the last month I have been commuting 2hrs one way to get to a part time job that makes just over minium wage. So after this month, we will probably be evicted. But maybe someone can help us out. Check out the video below and see if you can help.

The very weary zebra.


Latest in my fight...

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I know I haven't updated in a long time so I thought I would. There hasn't been much to update honestly. I still feel like junk, but its slowly getting better. I still have no Growth Hormone, and my sinus infection is as bad as ever. I finally got a perception for nebulised antibiotics but I cant find a place that will work with my small insurance company named Blue Cross/Blue Shield.
My motion sickness that was going away, has come back and the steroids Im on now for the infection make me SICK AS HECK!
The good news? Well, the swelling has REALLY gone down. I have dropped several pants sizes, which is nice. Now I just need to quit sweating when its 20˚F outside!

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Dejected

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What a day.

I went to my 2 month check up on Monday. I had two doc appointments and a battery of blood tests. I got the results yesterday. Most of the results I was ready for. I am extremely low in all my hormones: Testosterone, prolactin, Growth Hormone. I was prepared for that. These things are fixable. Or at least I thought they were. What I was surprised at is my cortisol is still higher than it needs to be. They want to retest, but cant until I am completely weened off the steroids. That should happen within a few weeks. They warned me I was an oddball case. Im not worrying over the cortisol as much. Im worried about the other hormones right now.

Without Testosterone, I dont have the energy or motivation I need, and the lack of it kills my bones. The GH will also make me feel better and help my mussels rebuild. I cant have the GH yet because my sugar was high the day of the test. I had been out of my meds for a few days and coupled with stress, didn't help my sugar. So they want proof it is ok. Plus, if I DO have a tumor still, or even just tumor cells, the GH will make them grow faster.

I was going to get the Testosterone perception, but that might kill my chances to have children. The docs suggested I see a reproductive specialist to get other hormones that can boost my testosterone. The problem with this is that out of all the reproductive doctors I have talked to, most do not deal with men, and the rest just tell me to go back to my endo. I HATE doctors here!

So Im stuck. I dont know what to do. I was hoping I would stain deficient because I could get meds that way, but I cant get any meds. I am beginning to think surgery was a bad idea.

The Weary, Dejected, Zebra

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Official Diagnosis and Surgery

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Well, I got the call today....


I knew it was important when they called Mrs. Zebra first, and conferenced me in. Kind of like when you are called into the principal's office and your mom is standing there when you walk in the door... yea, that kind of stomach turning nervousness... but I knew what he was going to say. Why so nervous...

I went to the back and Dr. Ludlum got on the line.

His pauses as SOOOO long...

He starts off by asking me how I felt toward the end of the week. Truth be told, I don't remember. Its been a week, and I didn't sleep that week... but I remember it wasn't great, and I was up late against my will, red face, stripes, etc. Apparently, my tumor turned off about Thursday. My dex reaction was high normal. My UFCs from Monday through Wed were 150, 180, 190 (take that OLD PCP DOC!) but my IPSS didnt show anything. Except..

long pause


The tech said he wouldn't trust the numbers if they came out normal. He said my left sinus cavity is way to large, and will throw the numbers off, lowering them. And it did. Made them normal.
Long pause


Then he said that the UFCs should be enough to officially diagnose me. His exact words were, "You have The Cushing's" And my world stopped. My journey for a cure only really started this year and already I have a diagnosis. It is elating, but t the same time I feel guilty that so many others fight for years for it. But he wasn't done. He said he needs a bit more proof. My CT of lungs and abdomen look good, and he wants another Dex test, but wants an Octreotide scan to show any tumors. Kind of proving that it isn't anywhere else!
Now the problem is financing. Our savings is blown, tax return gone. I will get a bit of cash when we go to the convention in early June from our hotel mates, but we might need more. And... Mrs. Zebra cant come that first week. If she did, she would miss surgery because she would have to go back to work. And the Inn, while less expensive than a hotel, costs us more in rent for two weeks. So we ask for prayers and if you have any donations you would like to give, I will be attaching a paypal button on the blog. Its easy and you can use a credit card or checking account. Anything is appreciated.

So, here we go again....

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Cushie Camp Day 5

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Here is the conclusion of my trip to Dr. Ludlum's Camp Cushie. I do have one more video from that week to post in relation to Cushing's, but I will have to do that tonight/tomorrow. For now, here is Day 5. S

The Weary Zebra



Next Stop: Camp Cushie!

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Today, I kicked my PCP to the curb! I haven't told him yet, but the last few days have been THE HARDEST dealing with him. He didn't believe in Cushing's until Friday, then all of a sudden knows everything about it. He told me he would not refer me to Dr. Ludlum for a workup unless I went and got a workup from one of HIS endocrinologists. Knowing him, he would have told them to ignore me and send me back. He refused on all accounts. I mean, obviously, Im just a fat and lazy sack of crap!

But I still need a referral. So Dr. Ludlum sugested I find another doctor and try to just get referall. I decided to go to a doc-in a-box (PrimaCare= ER walk in clinic) and not only were they able to do the referal (CareNow wouldnt) but the doctor I saw is so intrested in my condition, she wants me to update her on it when I get back. If she ever gets her own practice, I will pay her a visit!

We are getting flights now for April 18th and the 23rd.  This is finally hapining.... It hasnt fully sunk in yet....

Next stop, Camp Cushie....

The Weary Zebra

Green Light for Tests, But Need Referal

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"Dear, Dr. XXXX
I have been tracking my symptoms for a few months and based on my symptoms and the research I have done and people I have talked to, I elected to do testing for Cushing's disease. I did a 24hr UFC and my results are attached. It is 3X the normal high. Because of this, I requested a second opinion froma specialist in Seattle. Baised on his recomendation, I am asking for a referal to see him. They need it for me to cross state lines. They have requested the following faxed to them:
" Refer to Dr. William Ludlam for extensive workup and treatment for potential complex Cushing's Syndrome and pituitary disease. "
Because of my test result, we got insurance on me just in case I am positive. If you have any questions, you can call me, or Dr. Ludlum's Coordinator

Thanks,"
I was given the go a head for testing from Swedish and my *spit*insurance company after a $500 deductible. But now I need to convince my primary doctor or the doctor I did the test with for a referral . Both are very egotistical, but since my doc wont loose any money on the deal, I went with him first. I got a conformation that he got it and will get back with me. Whatever prayers or good vibes you can spare, please send them my way!
The Weary Zebra