Since I found out I had Cushing’s I seem to be mentioning my tumor pretty frequently. I don’t want Cushing’s to be the thing that defines me but it definitely has had a very large effect on me and my life for the past three (or more) years and will continue impacting me in the future. I find myself blaming the tumor frequently and even though I try not to mention it, somehow it aways comes up. One of the main reasons I mention the tumor in polite conversation is in reference to my poor memory and my fuzzy headed-ness.Â
This week I have been thinking about my mental capacities a lot. I have been thinking about how I think now compared to how I used to think. I’ve been noticing much more frequently just much my brain has been impacted by the Cushing’s. Not only have I been thinking about the status of my brain currently and the difficulties I face as I heal, but I also have contemplated how my brain has been affected the past few years.
I have forgotten so much and don’t know if I will gain the memories back or if I will have to relearn things. I have forgotten basic things that everyone learns in elementary and high school. Mental math is hard for me, directions are confusing, and memorizing things is near impossible. I have forgotten names. I have forgotten experiences. Most of high school is just a big blur with only particularly emotionally strong memories standing out. When I try to recall what I learned last semester I draw a blank.
It’s really tough. All my life I had been praised for being the smart one. For being curious, reading constantly, and pursuing difficult classes. When I got to college I started feeling less capable. I was no longer the only one who was “smartest in my class.” I got down on myself a lot, thinking I was stupid or just didn’t care enough.
Reading became more difficult and classes more frustrating. I thought that it was just college, that college was just harder than high school and I hadn’t been as prepared as I thought. I figured that it was a learning curve and eventually I would catch up; I just had to get used to reading more academic papers and working in different conditions than before.Â
When I found out about Cushing’s it suddenly made so much more sense. I wasn’t just inconsiderate, I wasn’t just bad at memorizing the Periodic Table of Elements, I actually had something keeping me from being able to remember the names of my co-workers, my best friend’s birthday, even conversations I had the night before. It is so difficult to come to terms with the fact that it wasn’t me. I’m not “just dumb” or “not suited for academics.” It wasn’t that I wasn’t trying hard or that I had lost interest. My brain wasn’t working like a normal brain.
The easiest way for me to think about it is that the cortisol is like fog. The more cortisol was pumped out, the more fog built up around my brain. For years fog rolled in and filled my skull. Now there is no more fog being made but I still have to wait for it to clear. I am slowly wading through the fog, trying to find my way out. There is many years worth of built up fog in my way and it will take time for it all to clear.
But I have to also focus on the good things. I have noticed that my memory of recent things (things that have happened since the surgery) is slightly improving. I still have difficulty reading and retaining what I read. I also have issues keeping numbers straight, doing mental math, or repeating back a lot of information. But the brain is plastic (I remember that much from Psych 101) and the more I use it the stronger it will get.Â
Feeling dumb is very hard on me. I have always been proud of my intellect and losing that has taught me a lot about myself. I no longer judge people based on their education or intelligence. I recognize now that people can have strengths in other areas and that is just as important. I realized that high school and college aren’t for everyone and that some people thrive without them.
I am grateful to have learned these things but I am also still very frightened that I will not get back to my original brain functions. I am afraid of people thinking I am stupid. Every time I make a mistake or say something dumb I want to shout “It’s not my fault! It’s the tumor! It’s a symptom of Cushing’s!” I am so frightened by being stupid because my intellect was such a big part of me growing up. I’m not beautiful, I’m not talented, I’m not athletic or artistic, but I had my brains. And if I don’t have that anymore, then who am I?