I have mentioned Chucky before. I want to introduce you to ‘him’. Chucky is my pituitary adenoma or aka brain tumor. I gave it that name because it likes to wreck havoc on my life. I have learned to laugh at it because of some of the things it likes to cause me to do.
Chucky is not kind nor is it cancerous. Here are a few things it causes that I have zero control over. I am hot/cold intolerant, I have muscle weakness and joint pains.
These are a few things that I laugh at but get frustrated with. One minute I am speaking fine and the next my words run together and nothing I say makes sense. I hear people talking to me but only half of what they say makes sense. The other half sounds like completely different words than was spoken. Whatever I pickup, I am bound to drop it. I had carpal tunnel surgery so it isn’t that.
This list is the absolutely annoying things Chucky does. It like to with my mood from irritability to crying. I would forget my name if ‘he’ decided to. When reading, I have to read several times before I can remember what I read. I completely lose my train of thought, like poof be gone. When I am in a quiet room alone, I hear conversations & concert music but there is no noise. When I hear semi loud noises, they echo in my ears for about 5 minutes.
The worst that Chucky has ever done to me is, infertility. I have had 3 miscarriages and 2 tubal pregnancies. I do have 2 biological kids that I gave live birth to, but it took a lot of lose and heartache to finally have them.
I found out about Chucky in 2015. I also was told by the neurologist that 9 times out of 10 if we have a pituitary adenoma we are born with them. So Chucky has been my delusional side kick all my life.
Welcome to my world.