1996-Senior year- this is supposed to the time of celebration, excitement. Time to walk the walk, sing the song, plan the future. I'm supposed to have my license, a beater to get me to school and around town.
No, this story  my life easier is not a sweet sixteen coming of age tale. Let's face it who really gets that life, anyway?
I had missed too many days of school during my high school career. I was one credit shy of the required credits to graduate my Senior year. My headaches intensified to horrible migraines. Light, sound, certain smells all intensified the pain and nausea.
A month before I was supposed to graduate I went for an eye exam. After examining my eyes, the doctor ordered a peripheral field of vision test. His suspicions, due to the palor of the disc's in my eye's, we're confirmed. I was losing and had lost a lot of my peripheral vision. This then led to an MRI with contrast.
I was diagnosed that same day with a brain tumor.
Well I had my answer. My headaches actually although really all in my head were not exactly all in my head...as had been inferred.
Well, this was just the icing on the cake. I had just lost my grandmother to cancer, my parents were going through a nasty divorce, my siblings and I were being separated. Our house we had finally settled into; after only ever staying in a home for as long as 2 years, was being sold. My whole world was collapsing, family and school life. It was a really horrible time.

Best years of Your....hahaha😂

Everyone says high-school years are the best years of your life. They are a bunch of liars. They say this so you don't go and jump off the nearest building your first year of midterms.
Teenagers are mean! They have their cliques, their groups, who they accept and who they perceive to be acceptable.
Heaven help you if you are different and don't have a group to fit into. If you are that .01% the one that just moved to the area, your not established in a "group". You're fresh meat, and they can smell you coming.
It doesn't matter how nice you are, how mean you are, or scary, forget it. You officially have a mark on your back and that's it. You're not cool, you belong nowhere and life really sucks.
 I promise living through this process life does get a little better.  Comm unity college is really fun.  Just make sure you can afford to support yourself through should you decide to go. or Trade School's are great too you're in a trade once you graduate, a job should be readily available.
While attending high-school might not be the best years of your life.  Teenagers years can be  the best ages of your life.  Why? You are getting old enough to understand what a "future" means. You are old enough to understand, and evaluate for yourself, the meaning of consequences and making decisions for yourself. You are old enough to remember the fun times as a kid and young enough to play around still.
You're still at home, responsibilities are limited and you still have your family around you. Once you grow up and move out family moves away. Their families become their utmost priority, which is the way it should be. However, there is no longer that same close loving existence you once shared...Anyway, I digress.

Well some time has passed since my rant. This is no average ordinary life. My body is not ordinary, average or simple by any means. I have struggled so hard through my weight loss. I am down 100 lbs.
Unlike most gastric bypass surgery candidates who have tales of 100'sight of pounds lost and look like teeny tiny models, me well as I said not so easy.
My brain is not wired that way. Having a brain tumor, and my pituitary removed caused so many more issues than I could have ever comprehended at age 16. Let alone 38.
It is now 2014, six years after my initial post. I have learned so much more about my own body, and pituitary issues thanks to support groups on Facebook than I ever did through my own doctor's. How messed up is that??!!
So what exactly did I learn about this tiny little pea-size master gland? Well, wanna take a journey with me?

6 Weeks

It's been six weeks since my I had my Bi-pass surgery. Forty two pounds are gone I have at least another hundred and twenty to go. Some people think this is the easy way out. Let me tell you there is nothing easy about this process. I started in February with consults, blood work, testing - cat scans,upper gi's, all the pre-op work. Not only that but some of the consults I had to go to were brutal. The doctors were not helpful, it almost seemed as though they didn't want to do any work. They get paid and what do I get? A big attitude, all I was asking was they re-word their letter so the insurance company would pay for the operation. 
  Getting some of the testwork ordered was another loooooooooooooooooong, process, nothing like playing twenty questions with your primary care physician. What the heck, all I am requesting is some blood work not so life altering drug, will you please work with me here. It is not just the process it is also the new way you have to eat. Say goodbye to the normal portions your used to and hello to 1-2 oz. of food at a time, which you have to eat slowly  in half an hour? How exactly do you accomplish something like this? Count your bites? No it is not an easy process but hey it is worth it, I feel a little better every day! Thanks for reading my rant!