One in a Million
One in a million that is what I am
Cushing's disease as rare as I am
Cortisol overload has been my biggest foe
A year recovery and it will be let go
A tumor has caused my mess at hand
Lost part of my brain and both adrenal glands
Three medicines each day are my little gems
Would die very quick, I can't live without them
My body right now is in an adjustment phase
Like a drug addict riding myself of bad ways
Feel pretty sick at times, but see the light ahead
My body will return to me, it will not drop dead
In Grad school next year which is very cool
Need to heal so I can learn and teach in grammar school
It's true my little gems I can't set free
But Cushing's disease will not define me
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