Learning to love yourself, it is the greatest love of all...

I don't know why but lately I've only been posting every 2 months or so. Actually, that's a lie, I do know why! My posts have been far more infrequent because of a combination of things: I have less to talk/write about, and sometimes I just don't feel like writing about all the stuff that's happening in my life!

You're probably thinking to yourself, well how is that a problem? Does it really matter if you don't write a blog post about yourself? And the answer is: Of course not!! In fact, I'm not even sure how many people actually READ my blog except maybe for my mum and sister (thanks ladies!). But I'd like to think that this blog is about more than just that. More than just a venue for me to vent out my frustrations, disappointments and quasi-philosophical ramblings. I'd like to think that sometimes, someone out there stumbles upon this blog and finds comfort in knowing that they're not alone. That someone else is going through something similar to them and that we all deal with it in our own messed up ways. I'd like to think that I can offer hope even if my posts aren't always rosy. After all, hope and optimism aren't about unrealistic aspirations but about seeing the glass half full when it seems half empty. If anything, maybe reading about my misfortune makes someone feel better about themselves which is always a good thing...

"Smoked" or "Cured"?

It's been 441 days since my transphenoidal surgery. My posts have become less and less frequent as I struggle with knowing what to write!
Sure, I could just blog about nonsense or whatever is in my mind that day but this blog is suppose to be about my journey with Cushing's so it doesn't seem right to turn it into a diary/journal of nonsense.
But the truth is, my Cushing's situation hasn't changed much in the last few months. I'm still having doubts about whether or not I'm really cured and still struggling dealing with the aftermath of it all...

The sound of silence

It's been over a month since I last posted and in fact I failed to post on a fairly significant day (well, significant for me anyway), my 1 year post-op anniversary.
There's a saying: No news means good news, and though that is usually true for me, this time it isn't quite...
Not to say that things have been going particularly badly, but I guess I've been slightly reluctant to post because when I think about what I want to write, I somehow feel like I'm sounding like a broken record. Still haven't lost any weight, still having issues with self-esteem, still having difficulty feeling "normal"...