Let me take you back for a quick recap. The aforementioned first surgery was a smashing success... sort of. My awesome surgeon found and removed Galinda, the wicked witch of the right side of the gland (to those of you who think of Galinda as the good witch, shame on you!) Unfortunately, it failed to cure my Cushing's. I know! Major Suckage! A big surprise came with the results of my post-operative MRI. It showed the right side of my gland looking clear and Galinda free. BUT... a never before seen tumor showed up all the way on the other side of the gland of Oz. Sooooooo. I flew to back to LA last weekend and had the itty bitty bugger removed Tuesday. Yep, three days ago! It's all happened so fast; I haven't even had a chance to name it. Please help! I'm not stuck on continuing the Wicked theme (though I'm certainly open to the idea) and am accepting any and all suggestions.
I am, by the way, doing well, recovering nicely from the surgery and have no inkling as to whether or not I'm cured. And I don't much care to speculate. Those of you who have been through this know how easy it is to obsess over every little change in your symptoms (or lack thereof). OMG, I totally just sneezed, like, REALLY loud! I haven't sneezed like that in years! I must be cured!
Okay so I exaggerate a bit, but you get the idea. Only time will tell.
