Who Is That I See
I look in the mirror,
And what do I see?
Who is that woman,
Staring back at me?
Face so red and round,
Hair falling out,
on the ground.
on the ground.
It is all depressing,
Without a doubt.
High blood pressure, diabetes,
Migraines, and more...
Bone pain, joint pain, muscle pain all make me sore.
Sometimes I feel,
I just can't take any more!
Dear Cushing's,
Can't we just sign a peace treaty?
Hairs on my chin,
Acne on my face.
What is going on here?
Don't bring that camera near.
I try to hide,
Ashamed of what I see.
No longer the person,
I use to be.
Now let's add fatigue to the list,
Does this all make you intrigued?
Sometimes this disease just makes me mad!
Other times it makes me sad.
I can't sleep,
I stay so tired,
Mr. Sandman, I think, needs to be FIRED!
When I finally dose off, for an hour or two,
Peaceful sleep remains to elude.
My family says every night, I cry in my sleep,
I guess that is what my mind and body need.
I guess that is its way,
Of dealing and healing.
They say I have a tumor in my head,
There are days I hurt so bad,
I just want stay in bed!
So much pain!
So much confusion!
The list of gifts from that tumor and Cushing's continue,
Let me make sure I didn't leave anything off the menu.
I can't forget,
High Cholesterol, and Obesity,
I hate being so chubby!
Did I mention it increases my risk,
Of a Heart attack or stroke!
We can't leave that off the list.
Oh! I haven't shared how much I sweat,
While my whole family is freezing you can bet.
Another gift is brittle bones,
And bruises too.
Wow! Cushing's has so much to do.
I wish it would get tired, of picking on me,
Just leave me alone, let me be.
Go on vacation,
Then we could have a celebration!
Time to move on,
Maybe I should write a song.
My mind, my mind,
I hope one day to find.
I can no longer think straight,
Forget being able to concentrate!
What happened yesterday?
I can't even remember much of today.
Will my mind come back,
Or did it just pack up and leave?
If someone finds it,
Please bring it back to me
I try to talk,
But my mind often takes a walk.
What did I just say?
Well that's not the way,
I heard it in my head.
Oh no! I just said something stupid again.
Sometimes conversation I simply dread!
So please look past what I may say,
Remember the way I was on a good day.
Now let's get back to the list,
Sometimes I wish I could just punch Cushing's with my fist!!
Rooms now spin,
I just can't win.
I need help to walk across the floor,
So don't worry about me running for the door.
I can no longer drive,
Sometimes I could use a good cry!
I try to put on a happy face,
And stay strong,
Even though it all seems wrong.
I always try look ahead,
And remember God is in control.
Even now when this tumor,
And Cushing's so much has stole.
Cushing's really does stink,
Don't you think?
It makes me sick,
My immune system takes a dive.
Heart problems, thyroid problems, and PCOS.
all while I fight to stay alive!
Let's not forget that lovely Buffalo Hump
Which makes me feel more in the dumps.
Once again I look in the Mirror.
Who is that I see?
I don't know the person staring back at me!
I see her eyes,
And they look familiar
But all the other features,
Make me feel like some strange creature
Let's not forget,
All the fun mental things.
Depression, Anxiety,
And lovely mood swings!
My mind is slipping
I'm left gripping.
Trying to hold on to all I love so dear,
While inside I have so much fear
Fear of getting worse day by day,
If I don't get the treatment I need,
I pray the doctors will soon proceed.
Fear I will not get to be the person I am inside.
That she will have to stay,
knocked off to the side.
The person who loves a last moment adventure,
I'm so ready to venture!
Fear of not being what my family deserves,
At times it really gets on my nerves.
Then I think of the surgery I need.
I pray I can get it,
And it will work,
Then let's take all this Cushing's junk,
And throw it in a trunk.
And pray, we never have to open it again,
Then my new life can begin.
Each day I pray to stay strong,
Even when my mind and body feel so wrong.
I pray, and try to encourage my family,
Thankfully God is beside me,
each step of the way.
I hate to see them worry,
I hate to see them cry
Don't worry,PRAY!
I say to them,
Each and every day!
I love my family, more than life,
I just have to get through, all this strife.
The strife Cushing's is causing me day after day,
The way it has my life on delay.
Sometimes I have to make myself laugh,
So I can stay tough.
I make jokes,
And act like a clown,
All so I will not break down.
While inside at times I'm crying,
And I feel like I'm dying!
High blood pressure, diabetes,
Migraines, and more...
Bone pain, joint pain, muscle pain all make me sore.
Sometimes I feel,
I just can't take any more!
Dear Cushing's,
Can't we just sign a peace treaty?
Hairs on my chin,
Acne on my face.
What is going on here?
Don't bring that camera near.
I try to hide,
Ashamed of what I see.
No longer the person,
I use to be.
Now let's add fatigue to the list,
Does this all make you intrigued?
Sometimes this disease just makes me mad!
Other times it makes me sad.
I can't sleep,
I stay so tired,
Mr. Sandman, I think, needs to be FIRED!
When I finally dose off, for an hour or two,
Peaceful sleep remains to elude.
My family says every night, I cry in my sleep,
I guess that is what my mind and body need.
I guess that is its way,
Of dealing and healing.
They say I have a tumor in my head,
There are days I hurt so bad,
I just want stay in bed!
So much pain!
So much confusion!
The list of gifts from that tumor and Cushing's continue,
Let me make sure I didn't leave anything off the menu.
I can't forget,
High Cholesterol, and Obesity,
I hate being so chubby!
Did I mention it increases my risk,
Of a Heart attack or stroke!
We can't leave that off the list.
Oh! I haven't shared how much I sweat,
While my whole family is freezing you can bet.
Another gift is brittle bones,
And bruises too.
Wow! Cushing's has so much to do.
I wish it would get tired, of picking on me,
Just leave me alone, let me be.
Go on vacation,
Then we could have a celebration!
Time to move on,
Maybe I should write a song.
My mind, my mind,
I hope one day to find.
I can no longer think straight,
Forget being able to concentrate!
What happened yesterday?
I can't even remember much of today.
Will my mind come back,
Or did it just pack up and leave?
If someone finds it,
Please bring it back to me
I try to talk,
But my mind often takes a walk.
What did I just say?
Well that's not the way,
I heard it in my head.
Oh no! I just said something stupid again.
Sometimes conversation I simply dread!
So please look past what I may say,
Remember the way I was on a good day.
Now let's get back to the list,
Sometimes I wish I could just punch Cushing's with my fist!!
Rooms now spin,
I just can't win.
I need help to walk across the floor,
So don't worry about me running for the door.
I can no longer drive,
Sometimes I could use a good cry!
I try to put on a happy face,
And stay strong,
Even though it all seems wrong.
I always try look ahead,
And remember God is in control.
Even now when this tumor,
And Cushing's so much has stole.
Cushing's really does stink,
Don't you think?
It makes me sick,
My immune system takes a dive.
Heart problems, thyroid problems, and PCOS.
all while I fight to stay alive!
Let's not forget that lovely Buffalo Hump
Which makes me feel more in the dumps.
Once again I look in the Mirror.
Who is that I see?
I don't know the person staring back at me!
I see her eyes,
And they look familiar
But all the other features,
Make me feel like some strange creature
Let's not forget,
All the fun mental things.
Depression, Anxiety,
And lovely mood swings!
My mind is slipping
I'm left gripping.
Trying to hold on to all I love so dear,
While inside I have so much fear
Fear of getting worse day by day,
If I don't get the treatment I need,
I pray the doctors will soon proceed.
Fear I will not get to be the person I am inside.
That she will have to stay,
knocked off to the side.
The person who loves a last moment adventure,
I'm so ready to venture!
Fear of not being what my family deserves,
At times it really gets on my nerves.
Then I think of the surgery I need.
I pray I can get it,
And it will work,
Then let's take all this Cushing's junk,
And throw it in a trunk.
And pray, we never have to open it again,
Then my new life can begin.
Each day I pray to stay strong,
Even when my mind and body feel so wrong.
I pray, and try to encourage my family,
Thankfully God is beside me,
each step of the way.
I hate to see them worry,
I hate to see them cry
Don't worry,PRAY!
I say to them,
Each and every day!
I love my family, more than life,
I just have to get through, all this strife.
The strife Cushing's is causing me day after day,
The way it has my life on delay.
Sometimes I have to make myself laugh,
So I can stay tough.
I make jokes,
And act like a clown,
All so I will not break down.
While inside at times I'm crying,
And I feel like I'm dying!
I dream of doing so many things,with my daughter again,
Goofing off, playing, and just having fun.
Dancing around,
Or going for a run.
I dream of once again being able to date my husband.
Going with him on a walk,
While enjoying a nice long talk.
Maybe we can go bowling,
Or find a canoe and go rowing.
I dream of being able to go horseback riding,
once again with my brother.
And hanging out with my mother and grandmother.
Of running around at the park with my daughter and niece
I can't wait to get better,
And finally have some peace.
Then we all,
Can begin to live life to its fullest,
And have a ball!
This awful disease isn't only mine you see,
My family is going through all of this with me.
But for now,
I continue to struggle.
And spend each day
trying to juggle.
Juggling all the problems,
Cushing's has caused!
While it puts my life on pause.
When will this end?
Where does Cushing's end,
And where do I begin?
When will my life be mine again?
Copyright © Tina Harden
January 2014
Copyright © Tina Harden
January 2014


