My First Autoimmune Diagnosis, this was not the first illness the pituitary tumors were.
Writing about yourself and letting other people, whether they are friends or strangers, read about your life and publishing it on social media is one of the hardest things to do. I am a firm believer that if my story can help someone else out, I am all for it. I am convinced that when a person shares their personal story without becoming affected and upset, it shows that they have done the work.
I am certain that December 30th, 2016, was the beginning of my first journey with an “autoimmune disease” and I did not know it at the time. It happened during the holidays. I was staying with my girlfriend at the time, and I was not feeling good. She was working as a patient administrator at Lewis Gale which was a smaller ancillary ER. I called her to see if they were busy because I truly was not feeling well. She told me to come in and she will ask if I could be looked at right away. I arrived at the ER and was taken back to a room, and I was thinking sarcastically I would have to wait 30 hours before someone came and saw me. The first thing that was done was lab work to see if there was anything abnormal. A CAT scan was ordered because my labs showed that my white blood cell counts showed an infection. The doctor could not see anything wrong in the CAT Scan and said it was an infection in the lymph nodes. He prescribed antibiotics and sent me home. I decided to go back to my apartment in the city because I know myself, I am not fun to be around when I am sick. When I woke up the next morning, the swelling doubled in size.

As I mentioned in my first blog, my sister and I were estranged, but still talking. She was the first person I called letting her know I was going back to the ER. I sent a picture to her of what I looked like before going to the hospital. Of course, we both panicked and freaked out because our mother had passed away from Salivary Gland Cancer in 2004. The swelling was on the same side as my mother’s and that was the first thing that popped into both of our heads when this happened to me. I went to the Carillion Hospital ER in Roanoke. I was admitted immediately to be monitored. The biggest concern was that the swelling would cut off my ability to breathe. The ER doctors agreed with the medication given at the other hospital, but they felt it should have been administered intravenously at a higher dosage. I am thinking to myself it is January 1st, 2017, in the hospital, gee what a great way to start the new year!! The doctors did not know what this was or what caused it. I was told to follow up with my primary care physician and he was just as befuddled as everyone else was. There was no explanation as to why this happened.
The last “serious” medical issue with me was in 2011, I had a third surgery to remove a tumor that was growing in and around my pituitary gland. To this day, I am extremely paranoid when something is wrong with my head or face because of my past medical history and with my mother passing away from cancer. I must give my sister credit. Regardless of what was going on with us, she always pushed healthy eating habits on me. I still did not believe the “theory” that “food is everything” to the body. I was still losing weight because of my issues with being “pre-diabetic”. I was eating healthy, but I was STILL consuming junk food, like potato chips and coke or milk into my diet when I was stressed. My sister had a hunch that I was still cheating even though we were working on weekly menus and documenting weight loss.
Looking back, it is obvious that I was not truly serious about the lifestyle changes, but I was just going through the motions. This to me, is the same thing as “seeing the potential in someone or something”. This way of life can be dangerous mentally when you are trying to grow and make changes.
Once the scare was over, I settled back into my “I am immune to anything” routine. As time went on, these health issues led me on a journey that prepared me for the changes that were yet to come…





