Diagnosis Code E22.0 Acromegaly

 

This all starts with my own journey to diagnosis.

In the summer of 2025, an MRI solved the mystery behind a slow progression of symptoms that have plagued me for over 8 years—symptoms which have hijacked my life, from navigating day-to-day errands to forcing aside dreams and ambition in the face of uncertainty. Turns out, a brain tumor was behind the insidious onset of issues, and part of the healing process for me has been a deep reflection on advocacy, healthcare, and the status quo.

The healthcare system is broken.

For 8 years, I pressed and pressed on the mess that is the American healthcare system, looking for answers across 6 states, 8 hospital systems, and over 50 providers. I wasn’t looking for labels or attention, only answers. Yet, I sometimes felt guilty for asking questions, doing research, coming with symptom notes and an iPad full of data, and advocating for myself—shamed for overthinking because the system incentivizes underthinking.

Unfortunately, our healthcare system doesn’t make it easy for patients or providers. Working in the hallways of healthcare myself, I’ve heard the stories and know about the pressures on provider time and the many administrative barriers that get in the way of patient care, and these challenges threaten the sacred patient-provider relationship. The system incentivizes the use of well-founded heuristics and algorithms for the common case but breaks when met with the unexpected or complex one. It has evolved to look at an organ in isolation but not as part of a whole. It is built to handle an episode of care but not a lifetime of care. Insurance doesn’t reimburse for extra time spent on listening, empathy, and thinking outside the box unless you provide another exception form or letter of medical necessity.

It should not be this hard for patients.

Being a patient is hard work, and for me, managing my healthcare on my own has felt like a full-time job. Patients are at a disadvantage from the very start with the simple reality that they’re not feeling their best. Add to that the jargon, opaque processes, and asymmetric information layered into our healthcare system, and it’s easy to understand why there’s so much frustration and emotion around this topic. Patients are struggling to navigate the complex ecosystem on their own—often blind to the full picture of the economics driving their experience, the burdens on providers, and the resources and tactics that exist to improve access to care.

I feel such profound disappointment and sadness in the status quo when I take an honest inventory of my advantages and recognize that many others in America are looking for answers with even bigger hurdles than I’ve encountered.

When I think about the struggle in all those years it took to arrive at a diagnosis, I hurt to imagine how much longer it would have taken if even 2-3 of those advantages disappeared. Privilege should not be a prerequisite for good care.

Diagnosis makes me feel empowered, and I would love to help other patients and providers put the pieces together more quickly. It’s hard to know exactly how to make an impact in a system so complicated and built under massive corporations, but there’s got to be a better way to uplift ourselves and our neighbors who are just trying to feel well.

The good news? I’m finding my spark again.

I’m starting the process of forgiving myself for knowing what I’ve wanted to do in my head and heart and feeling like I’m constantly falling short because of my uncooperative body. Such a gap had emerged between the heights where my dreams lived and the realities on the ground with a limited physical capacity. I’d silently carried shame and guilt for not showing up the way I wanted to for my family, friends, pets, coworkers, and community—beating myself up under a growing suspicion that maybe my physical hurdles were imagined after they were shrugged off in appointment after appointment.

This disease had caused me to live in a small and safe way, stuck in a mindset of scarcity and self-preservation that has driven every life decision. I am so ready to embrace life head-on again, and with surgery behind me and new meds in my system, I’m starting to feel the first hints of relief physically. Not every disease can be met with intervention, and I will not squander this chance for recovery on small and safe actions anymore.

I’m ready to transform pain into purpose for you, me, and the next patient seeking answers.