Saturday 22 April 2017

When Life Gives You Lemonade

You happy cry giving people the good news.

Let me back up.

This past month, I have been feeling really good.  I hesitated to say I was feeling back to normal, particularly because part of healing for me has been accepting my "new normal."  Normal is not a constant state of being.  Essentially, normal does not exist.

Also, the last time I thought I was nearing normalcy, I received the news that my prolactin was elevated again so I really did not want to get my hopes up too high (and risk having them come crashing back down).

But I have still been feeling good.  I am finding that I'm able to toelrate more and more in terms of physical activity and social engagements.  I am taking on more projects at home and not finding them too overwhelming after my work days.  Work itself has not been completely depleting me of my energy stores (most days).  My anxiety is low and my panic attacks have become non-esistent.

With all this in mind, I headed into my appointment with my endocrinologist this past Tuesday, April 18.  I was feeling mostly positive with a small shadow in the back of my mind.  It is hard not to worry sometimes.

My endo was very thorough, going through my history and asking about how my other follow-up appointments had been going.  She asked how my periods have been.  To be honest, they have been getting more and more regular since December and I can almost predict when they are going to occur now.  My only concern in this regard has been that they have been extremely heavy and last a lot longer than I'm used to.  My endo explained that these are probably my "usual periods" (boo) now that my prolactin levels are normal, since high prolactin typically causes irregular periods in women.

Did you catch that?  Because I sure did: my prolactin levels are NORMAL.  (I guess in this case normalcy does exist.)

What.  A.  Relief.

So that's what lead to my happy crying - although that could have been due to my friend starting to cry and then trying to awkwardly hug me when I told her the news. 

I haven't really stopped smiling since.

Priscilla truly is dead.