When the Body Mirrors the Mind: The Connection Between EDS, Autism, and Chronic Survival

By Frankie — Disabled Air Force Veteran | Chronic Illness Advocate | Medical Nerd

For most of my life, I lived in survival mode without realizing it. My body was always tight, tense, and unpredictable — pain was constant, fatigue was familiar, and “pushing through” was my default. What I didn’t know back then was that my body wasn’t just tired — it was screaming for understanding.

The Hidden Thread

When I was diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, and Major Neurocognitive Disorder by my neuropsychiatrist who finally saw me as a whole person, something unexpected happened. In the middle of discussing my symptoms, he asked a simple question:

“Are you hypermobile? Do you have stretchy skin?”

No doctor had ever connected those dots with my medical history before. But that question — and the awareness behind it — changed the trajectory of my health. It led to the realization that I also have Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (hEDS), a connective-tissue disorder that affects collagen throughout the body.

Hypermobile EDS — The Unseen Connection

Unlike other forms of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, hEDS doesn’t yet have a definitive genetic marker. It’s complex, often misunderstood, and dismissed for years as “just joint pain” or “being flexible.” But hEDS is more than that — it’s a systemic condition that affects joints, muscles, skin, and even the nervous system.

New research suggests that hEDS may have immunological roots, linking it closely to the neurodivergent population. Many of us who live with Autism and ADHD also show signs of connective-tissue differences — hypermobility, poor proprioception, and heightened sensory awareness. It’s as if our entire nervous system and connective-tissue matrix are speaking the same overstimulated language.

“My connective tissue is as sensitive as my emotions — both overstretch in the wrong environment.”

The Co-Morbidities They Don’t Warn You About

hEDS rarely comes alone. It brings a whole entourage of conditions that impact every system of the body. For me, that includes:

• POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome): a form of dysautonomia that makes my heart race and blood pressure drop when I stand up. Some days, even showering or walking across the room feels like climbing a mountain.

• Gastroparesis: slow digestion that leaves me nauseated, bloated, and struggling to eat foods that once brought comfort.

• MCAS (Mast Cell Activation Syndrome): my body can overreact to harmless triggers — foods, scents, or temperature changes — causing hives, swelling, or even anaphylaxis without warning.

• Chronic Hypotension: low blood pressure that leaves me dizzy, foggy, and drained.

• Chronic Dehydration: because of how connective-tissue and autonomic dysfunction affect fluid balance, people with EDS often struggle to stay hydrated no matter how much water they drink. Electrolytes help, but the dehydration is physiological — not neglectful.

Each condition on its own is challenging; together, they create a body that’s constantly negotiating stability.

“My autonomic system forgot how to be automatic — so now I have to consciously manage what most people’s bodies do effortlessly.”

When “Just Work Out More” Isn’t the Answer

For most of my life, I thought my exercise intolerance was just me being “out of shape.” I was told to push harder, work out more, drink more water. But the thing is — that wasn’t true.

No matter how hard I tried, my body would crash. I’d get dizzy, lightheaded, nauseated, and overwhelmed by pain that lingered for days afterward. I thought everyone lived that way — constantly sore, constantly exhausted, always pushing through headaches, dizziness, and discomfort. But they don’t.

And yes, dehydration was part of the problem — but not in the way people assumed. For those with EDS and POTS, dehydration isn’t from lack of effort; it’s a symptom of our physiology. Our bodies can’t retain fluids properly, and our blood vessels don’t constrict as they should. No amount of water could fix that.

“I spent decades apologizing for symptoms that were never my fault — I just didn’t have the right language to name them.”

Living in Constant Survival Mode

Chronic pain trains the nervous system to stay on high alert, and autism compounds that hypervigilance. The sensory system doesn’t just process the world differently — it feels it differently. Every sound, texture, or light can amplify pain and fatigue.

That’s why so many autistic and EDS individuals live in a permanent state of fight, flight, or freeze. Our bodies aren’t malfunctioning; they’re overprotecting. When the connective tissue can’t support the body properly, the brain compensates by tightening muscles, increasing stress hormones, and scanning constantly for danger.

It’s survival — not choice.

Managing the Unmanageable

Living with EDS and its co-morbidities means every day is a careful balancing act between pushing and protecting. Healing isn’t passive — it’s an ongoing conversation with my body.

I do aquatic physical therapy two to three times a week when I can, because the water supports my joints while letting me move freely. It’s low-impact but strengthens my muscles and helps my cardiovascular system without triggering a flare. When I’m not in the pool, I aim for light cardio walks of one to three miles and try to lift weights several times per week to maintain muscle tone and joint stability.

These aren’t vanity routines — they’re survival ones. If I stop moving, my joints destabilize. If I overdo it, I crash. So every workout becomes a dialogue: What can my body handle today?

Because of low hunger drive, absent appetite, and chronic nausea, I use an app to track calories to prevent unintentional weight loss. Eating isn’t just about food — it’s structured self-care that keeps me functional.

And I go to therapy every other week, because when you live inside a body that constantly demands negotiation, you need a place to process the emotional weight too. Talking helps me release the guilt, fear, and exhaustion that come with chronic illness.

“Therapy keeps my mind flexible when my body can’t be. Movement keeps my body alive when my mind feels heavy.”

None of this is easy. Some weeks I’m strong; others I’m surviving hour by hour. But each step — in the water, on the trail, or in the therapist’s office — is a reminder that I’m still here, still adapting, still moving forward with purpose.

The Diagnosis That Finally Made Sense

When my neuropsychiatrist mentioned hypermobility, something clicked. I thought about all the sprains, the fatigue, the bruises that appeared out of nowhere, and the deep aches I’d brushed off as “normal.” I thought about how often I felt like my body and brain were out of sync — my mind racing while my body lagged behind, or vice versa.

That single moment of recognition reframed my entire past. It explained the chronic pain, the joint instability, the exhaustion after simple tasks. It even explained why sensory overload felt like physical injury — because in a way, it was. My body and mind were both running emergency protocols, just trying to survive.

“For the first time, I wasn’t broken — I was understood.”

Looking Back with Compassion

I look back now and see how much of my life was shaped by this unseen battle between my connective tissue and my nervous system. The anxiety that doctors misread as psychological was actually physiological. The fatigue that looked like laziness was the cost of existing in a body that never felt safe.

I used to think I was weak for not being able to keep up — now I know I was fighting on multiple fronts. My body was working overtime to hold me together, even as my mind tried to make sense of it all.

Living with the Body and Mind That I Have

Living with hEDS, Autism, ADHD, and Major Neurocognitive Disorder means existing at the crossroads of neurology, genetics, and survival. But it also means I’ve learned to read the language of my body — every ache, every tremor, every flare. They’re messages, not malfunctions.

And now that I finally understand them, I can live with more compassion, more grace, and more intention than ever before.

If this story resonates with you I hope you’ll stick around, follow my journey @thechronicallyresilient.

And as always, Stay Resilient ❤️‍🩹

From Life-Saving Surgery to Lifelong Consequences: My Fight for Answers

By Frankie
Disabled Air Force Veteran | Chronic Illness Advocate | Medical Nerd

“I never imagined the treatment that saved my life would take so much from me.”

If you’re here, maybe you’ve been where I’ve been — sitting across from doctors who once saved your life but now can’t explain what’s happening to your body. Maybe you’ve searched for answers in medical portals, scrolled through research articles at 2 a.m., or wondered if anyone would ever believe you again.

This is my story — of survival, loss, and a slow, painful rebirth into a life I never expected to live.

The Diagnosis That Changed Everything

In December 2018, I was diagnosed with a cerebral arteriovenous malformation (AVM) — a rare, tangled web of blood vessels deep in my brain. At the time, I was an active-duty medic in the United States Air Force, thriving in a high-pressure environment where precision and strength were part of my daily life.

When the diagnosis came, it felt like a betrayal by my own body.

I wasn’t the patient — I was the healer, the one others turned to in crisis.

My AVM was too large for open surgery, and on January 31, 2019, I underwent Gamma Knife stereotactic radiosurgery, a targeted form of brain radiation designed to destroy the AVM over time. The doctors were confident. I was told it was safe — precise, effective, controlled.

And it was. Gamma Knife saved my life.

But no one warned me about what else it might take. 

“I went from fighting for the lives of others to fighting for my own.”

Within a week, I developed bilateral pulmonary emboli — blood clots in both lungs — triggered by my oral contraception. I survived that too, but my recovery was complicated and frightening.

A year later, my lungs failed me again. After months of shortness of breath and fatigue, I underwent a bronchoscopy and mediastinoscopy. The diagnosis: pulmonary sarcoidosis, a rare autoimmune disease that attacks the lungs and lymph nodes.

I was exhausted — but hopeful. I thought maybe this was just part of the healing process.

I was wrong. 

When the World Went Silent

In September 2019, while hunting, I suddenly lost hearing in my left ear. One moment, I was aware of the world — the sound of my breath, my heartbeat and the frost crunching under my boots — and the next, there was silence. I was hiking the rolling hills of eastern Montana chasing antelope with my husband when suddenly there was a high pitched ringing in my left ear followed by that muffled hearing you get after firing a rifle without hearing protection. Except, my hearing never came back…

Eventually, I lost hearing in my right ear too and now I wear hearing aids to accommodate for some of my hearing difficulties.

Doctors couldn’t explain it. They called it idiopathic (no known cause) sudden sensorineural hearing loss, and every test came back inconclusive (allegedly). Actually, initially it was blamed on an extremely rare complication of sarcoidosis, neurosarcoidosis, or sarcoidosis. of the nervous system which can cause sensorineural hearing loss. This didn’t make sense though because my MRIs were not consistent with neurosarcoidosis.

With my medial background I naturally began doing my own research. That’s when I discovered studies linking Gamma Knife radiation to hearing loss and even scarier, cognitive impairment depending on which brain regions were affected. Before ever experiencing cognitive decline I reached out to my neurosurgeon and radiation oncologist through my MyChart portal messaging in December 2019, asking if my hearing loss could be related to my gamma knife surgery, looking for validation of what I already knew to be true.

They didn’t reply in writing. They called instead. I remember the words clearly — “That’s not possible.” My husband remembers the conversation too too.

But I knew something was happening inside my brain.

“It felt like my mind was slipping away, piece by piece.”

By 2021, my cognitive began impacting my life and I didn’t even realize it.

I forgot tasks, misplaced simple information, showed up wrong place wrong time, lost my train of thought mid-sentence.

I had always been sharp — the Air Force medic who thrived under pressure — and suddenly, I couldn’t function. I lost my job as a clinical receptionist, something that had once come naturally to me and theoretically should be super easy given my past profession. It devastated me, embarrassed me, brought about shame and deep unsettling fear for my future.

I wasn’t lazy. I wasn’t unfocused.

I had a brain injury — and no one believed me. 

The Diagnoses That Finally Named My Reality

In 2022, I underwent a comprehensive neuropsychiatric evaluation. The results were both validating and devastating:

• Major Neurocognitive Disorder

• Autism Spectrum Disorder

• ADHD

• Non-Verbal Learning Disorder

• Math Disability

During that same evaluation, the doctor asked a simple question that changed everything:

“Are you flexible?”

I showed him — the bendy joints, the stretchy skin I’d always joked about as a kid. His eyes widened. That led to a referral and, finally, a diagnosis of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (EDS), a genetic connective tissue disorder that explained my whole life — my chronic pain, neurodiversity, fatigue, and joint instability. 

“Everything finally had a name — but no one had warned me any of this could happen and even worse they wouldn’t admit it could have happened.”

By 2023, a new MRI confirmed what I already felt: stable but permanent brain damage — areas of encephalomalacia and gliosis, meaning my brain tissue had been injured and scarred. It was described as a “chronic treatment effect.”

The damage is stable.

But it’s irreversible.

In June 2024, after years of monitoring, my AVM had finally shrunk enough to be surgically removed. The resection was successful, but I temporarily lost left-sided vision, which slowly returned after months of recovery as well as more white matter brain damage.

It felt like every victory came with a loss, although I'd do it all over again, to save my life.

Living With the Aftermath

Today, my daily life is a careful balancing act.

I live with permanent cognitive and sensory deficits — and a long list of conditions tied to Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, including:

• POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome)

• MCAS (Mast Cell Activation Syndrome)

• Chronic dehydration and hypotension

• Gastroparesis and unintentional weight loss

• Chronic pain, fatigue, and insomnia

• Spinal instability with bulging discs and synovial cysts

“Every day is survival disguised as routine.”

I rely on structure and technology to function:

AI tools to help me write and remember,

Shared calendars, reminder apps and detailed notes track my days an responsibilities,

and the unwavering support of my husband and mother to help me stay on track and accomplish what I need to day to day.

I undergo IV hydration therapy multiple times a week to manage chronic dehydration, POTS and hypotension.

I carefully monitor my diet and weight just to maintain enough stability to take my ADHD medication safely.

Every aspect of my existence is managed, measured, and monitored.

The Fight for Answers

I have spent years researching, documenting, and trying to understand how my brain — the same one I once trusted to heal and care for others — became the source of my greatest challenges.

When I reached out in 2019, I wasn’t looking to blame anyone. I was scared. I just wanted to understand.

But my questions were dismissed and I was denied timely and thorough diagnosis, treatment and resources that could have made the transition from able to disabled a lot less traumatic. I was made to feel it was “all in my head”, that I was creating stories.

Now, after years of rehabilitation following the triggering of my chronic illnesses, I’m finally strong enough. mentally and physically to ask again and to fight for the truth.

In November 2025, I’ll meet with a neurologist who is willing to review my MRIs and explore the possible connection between my Gamma Knife treatment and my neurological and sensory disabilities.

It will be the first time any doctor has truly taken my concerns seriously.

“Healing doesn’t just mean surviving — it means being heard.”

I’m not seeking sympathy — I’m seeking truth and understanding.

Because I believe every patient deserves to know the full range of possible outcomes before consenting to treatment as well as what their resources are for recovery, support and accommodation if the unthinkable were to happen.

I believe every medical record should reflect a patient’s communication attempts, even when the answers are uncomfortable or are the result of care that was meant to save their life.

And I believe that “rare complications” should still be discussed — not dismissed.

What I Want Every Patient to Know

If you’ve ever been dismissed, told “it’s not possible,” or made to feel like your pain is an inconvenience — please hear me: you are not alone.

Document everything.

Ask questions, even when it makes people uncomfortable.

Request copies of your imaging, lab work, and communications.

And if your instincts tell you something is wrong — trust them.

Because you are the one living in your body.

You are the one carrying its history.

“I am not broken — I am disabled. And I am still here.”

I am forever grateful for the surgery that saved my life. But I wish I had been told the whole story — the possibilities, the risks, and the lifelong adjustments that might follow.

I’ve had to grieve the person I was — the Air Force medic, the quick thinker, the multitasker.

Now, I am someone new: slower, softer, but stronger in ways I never expected.

This is my story — not of loss, but of reclamation.

Of finding strength in limitation.

Of turning silence into testimony.

And if you’ve made it this far, please know — your story matters too.

💬 Follow My Journey

If this story resonates with you — if you’ve lived through medical trauma, chronic illness, or the invisible fight to be believed — I invite you to walk this path with me.

You can follow my journey and advocacy work on Facebook and Instagram, where I share updates, insights, and reflections on life after survival.

➡️ @thechronicallyresilient

And as always, Stay Resilient ❤️‍🩹

Becoming My Own Chronic Disease Manager: How a Gamma Knife, Pulmonary Embolisms, and a Rare Autoimmune Disease changed everything

By Frankie
Disabled Air Force Veteran | Chronic Illness Advocate | Medical Nerd

Understanding Sarcoidosis — A Rare and Misunderstood Disease

Sarcoidosis is one of those conditions that sounds simple when you first read about it — and yet the more you learn, the more mysterious it really is. It’s a rare autoimmune disease that causes the body to form tiny clumps of inflammatory cells called granulomas in various organs. These granulomas can appear anywhere — most commonly in the lungs, lymph nodes, skin, or eyes — and they can either quietly exist without causing problems or slowly interfere with how those organs function.

What makes sarcoidosis so complex is that no one knows exactly why it happens. It’s believed to be triggered by an abnormal immune response, possibly due to genetics or environmental factors, but there’s no single cause and no single pattern. For some, it’s mild and temporary. For others, it’s chronic, progressive, and life-altering.

Pulmonary sarcoidosis — when it affects the lungs — can cause symptoms like persistent cough, shortness of breath, and fatigue. But sarcoidosis is notorious for masquerading as other diagnoses, because its symptoms are often nonspecific and atypical. Fatigue, shortness of breath, joint pain, rashes, and neurological changes can all be explained by a dozen other conditions. That’s why it often goes undiagnosed for months or years, or is discovered incidentally during imaging for something else entirely.

For me, sarcoidosis entered my story not as a diagnosis I was searching for, but as a hidden thread running through a series of medical crises, ultimately revealing itself after careful observation and follow-up. I wholeheartedly believe that my Gamma Knife radiation surgery on January 31, 2019, acted as a trigger that set in motion a cascade of conditions — from my pulmonary embolisms to sarcoidosis and my hearing loss — amplified or exacerbated by my environmental factors and underlying vulnerabilities.

My Unexpected Diagnosis — When a CT Scan Changed Everything

On January 31, 2019, I had Gamma Knife radiation to treat my arteriovenous malformation — a tangled cluster of blood vessels in my brain that I had lived with for years. It was supposed to be a precise solution to a known problem. But just five days later, on February 5th, I was in the hospital again — this time fighting for my life after developing bilateral pulmonary embolisms. Blood clots had lodged themselves in both of my lungs.

The CT scan that confirmed the embolisms did more than identify the clots. It also revealed something unexpected: bilateral hilar lymphadenopathy — enlarged lymph nodes near the lungs — which raised concerns for pulmonary sarcoidosis. At that time, I was asymptomatic, and with the immediate crisis being my pulmonary embolisms, the finding was labeled “incidental.”

Even then, my instincts kicked in. My background as an Air Force medic gave me a strong understanding of anatomy and pathophysiology, and my autistic special interests — deep dives into research and medicine — had always driven me to dig deeper, to connect dots that others might overlook. I didn’t know it yet, but those instincts would soon become my lifeline.

Because of blood clotting risks, I had to switch from my regular birth control pills to the mini pill — and by July 2019, I was unexpectedly pregnant with our third child. The pregnancy paused everything: no imaging, no biopsies, no follow-up on the incidental CT finding. So I focused on staying healthy and managing my other conditions, knowing that the mystery of the lymph nodes would have to wait.

When I delivered in March 2020, we were discharged from the hospital just one day before the world shut down due to COVID-19. I came home, exhausted and adjusting to life with a newborn — only to develop hospital-acquired pneumonia. Once that cleared, my cough didn’t go away. It lingered and grew worse over time, accompanied by shortness of breath and overwhelming fatigue.

By May 2020, after follow-up imaging, surgical biopsy and evaluation, I was officially diagnosed with pulmonary sarcoidosis. At first, I thought the diagnosis might be another layer of confusion or frustration — another rare condition to navigate. But in reality, it was the beginning of a chapter that would teach me the depth of resilience, self-advocacy, and patience.

Living With Pulmonary Sarcoidosis — The Slow Loss of Air

After our youngest son was born, my body didn’t bounce back the way I expected. Fatigue hit me in waves I hadn’t known were possible. Walking up a flight of stairs left me breathless. Simple exertion became an ordeal. My body, once strong and capable from years of military service and outdoor adventure, now betrayed me in ways I had never imagined.

Hunting trips that had been a source of joy and connection became grueling tests of endurance. I remember one trip in particular — early mornings, scanning the horizon for antelope with my husband. By mid-morning, I was so air-hungry I felt like I might pass out. No matter how deeply I breathed, it wasn’t enough. I had to retreat to the hotel afterward, sleeping until the next day just to recover enough to try again. Some mornings I couldn’t go at all, and on other days I could only hunt in the afternoon.

It was during our last hunting trip in September 2021 that another challenge struck. One moment, I was listening to music and scanning the landscape, and the next, my left ear went suddenly muffled — like the ringing and muffled sensation after a firearm discharge, but there was no firearm discharge and this time there was no relief. My hearing never fully returned.

I immediately did a deep dive into research. I discovered that Gamma Knife radiation can, in rare cases, cause hearing loss. I reached out to the neurosurgeon and radiation oncologist who had performed the procedure and presented my findings. They denied that the surgery could have caused my hearing loss and effectively sent me in the wrong direction.

With surgery ruled out as a likely cause, I moved on to the next possibility: sarcoidosis. But for sarcoidosis to affect hearing, it would have to be neurosarcoidosis, which is far rarer than pulmonary sarcoidosis — essentially highly unlikely. Because there were no visible brain lesions, a biopsy wasn’t possible, leaving my doctors without a clear explanation. Eventually, my sarcoidosis specialists at UCSF diagnosed me with neurosarcoidosis, which led to steroid IV infusions and low dose chemotherapy IV infusions. These infusions temporarily improved my hearing, suggesting that something rheumatological may indeed be affecting my auditory system — though ultimately some of the treatments ended up being unnecessary.

Sarcoidosis’s ability to masquerade as other conditions made this journey even more complex — each symptom could have been explained by something else entirely, which meant I had to rely on meticulous observation, research, and self-advocacy to understand what was really happening in my body.

Around the same time, I was also on prednisone to treat sarcoidosis, which caused rapid weight gain and the classic “moon face,” and I had begun methotrexate, a low-dose chemotherapy medication meant to control inflammation. The combination was brutal. Fatigue became nearly constant. Appetite vanished. Nausea was a daily companion. Within a year of my son’s birthday, I looked at family photos and barely recognized myself — my body had changed despite my efforts to eat well and remain active.

Every day became a balancing act: managing treatment side effects, navigating breathlessness, keeping up with my children, and trying to maintain the life I had known before illness took hold. And yet, even in the fatigue, pain, and frustration, I learned something vital: I was the person who could connect the dots, advocate for myself, and push forward when medical systems couldn’t fully see the whole picture.

Becoming My Own Chronic Disease Manager

Living with multiple rare and overlapping conditions taught me something vital: in many ways, no one else will see your body the way you do. I quickly became my own advocate, researcher, and sometimes even savior.

I have a primary care provider through the VA who is supportive, but in practice, my care often depends on my initiative. I request referrals, track labs, notice urgent changes, and ensure nothing critical slips through the cracks. I see an Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (EDS) specialist who oversees my treatment for chronic pain, MCAS, POTS, and hypotension, but I am the one doing the detailed research on my conditions. I come to appointments armed with notes, questions, and observations — often including things that had been missed or overlooked.

My experience as an Air Force medic has been invaluable. It trained me to understand anatomy, physiology, and pathology in a way that most patients never do. Coupled with my autistic special interests — deep, focused study of research and medicine — I can comprehend complex, overlapping conditions and anticipate complications. That combination has quite literally saved my life more than once: from noticing patterns that led to early intervention with my AVM and pulmonary embolisms to advocating for treatments for sarcoidosis before it could cause irreversible damage.

Becoming my own chronic disease manager isn’t just about knowledge. It’s about resilience, persistence, and self-trust. It’s about keeping going when the medical system doesn’t have all the answers, when tests are delayed, and when treatments come with burdensome side effects. Even in the hardest moments — when breathlessness, fatigue, hearing loss, and medication side effects threatened to define my life — I learned that understanding my own body and advocating for it was empowering.

In my view, the Gamma Knife surgery may have been the spark that triggered this cascade of overlapping conditions — a complex interplay of genetics, immune responses, and environmental factors. Recognizing that possibility helped me connect the dots and pursue the most appropriate care, even when conventional medicine offered no clear explanation.

Reflection — What I’ve Learned From My Body

Living through rare and overlapping conditions has taught me lessons no textbook could ever convey. My body has been unpredictable, challenging, and at times frightening. It has pushed me to my limits, forced me to confront vulnerability, and revealed the fragility of life in ways I never anticipated.

And yet, it has also shown me strength — not the kind measured by stamina or endurance alone, but the quiet, persistent kind that comes from knowing your body intimately, trusting your instincts, and advocating fiercely when the system falls short. I have learned that knowledge is power, that research and observation are tools of survival, and that the most effective medicine is often a combination of self-awareness, preparation, and courage.

Sarcoidosis is no joke. Pulmonary sarcoidosis can be life-altering, even life-threatening, and living through its symptoms taught me how quickly health can shift and how crucial timely intervention is. But today, I am profoundly grateful: my sarcoidosis is in remission, my lungs are symptom-free, and I can breathe without limitation — a gift I no longer take for granted.

I have also learned to embrace the unpredictability. My journey — from Gamma Knife surgery to pulmonary embolisms, from an incidental sarcoidosis finding to post-pregnancy chronic illness, from hunting trips that tested every breath to sudden hearing loss — has shown me that life can change in an instant, but so can resilience. Each challenge has shaped me, taught me to adapt, and revealed strengths I didn’t know I had.

Ultimately, this journey is about more than disease. It’s about trust: trust in my own knowledge, my own body, and my capacity to navigate complexity when no one else can. It’s about finding empowerment in the face of uncertainty, and about realizing that even when life becomes unpredictable and exhausting, we can still find ways to live fully, learn deeply, and move forward with hope.

I am no longer just a patient; I am a chronic disease manager, a researcher, an advocate, and a survivor. Through every setback, every unexpected diagnosis, and every day of fatigue and breathlessness, I have discovered that resilience isn’t about returning to who you were — it’s about learning to thrive in the body and the life you have today.

Follow me on YouTube, Facebook, and Instagram for an inside look at my journey navigating rare and complex health conditions, sharing insights from my research and experiences, and connecting with a community that understands the challenges of chronic illness. Join me for personal stories, tips, advocacy, and moments of resilience — and be part of a space where curiosity, knowledge, and support meet.

And as always, Stay Resilient ❤️‍🩹

Navigating a Complex Diagnosis: My Journey Through Rare Disease, Chronic Illness, and Advocacy

By Frankie
Disabled Air Force Veteran | Chronic Illness Advocate | Medical Nerd

Hi, I’m Frankie — I’m 33 years old, a disabled Air Force veteran, and someone living with multiple complex medical conditions. I’m sharing my story not for sympathy, but in hopes of helping others feel seen, advocating for change, and holding space for anyone navigating a healthcare system that doesn’t always listen the first time — or even the tenth.

This blog is my way of organizing the chaos. I use tools like AI and technology to help structure my thoughts, because as someone with autism, ADHD, and a major neurocognitive disorder, communicating clearly and logically has become a real challenge. Masking is something I do well — on the outside, I may look "put together," but beneath that is a network of alarms, calendars, checklists, detailed notes, and the support of my husband.

Today, I want to talk about one of my most urgent health issues — undiagnosed and untreated hyperparathyroidism— and how it slipped through the cracks of the VA system for over two years.

In 2023, the VA flagged elevated calcium levels in my labs and entered a referral for Endocrinology. I had no idea. No call. No message. No follow-up. Nothing. I didn't find out until nearly a year later, when Care in the Community called me to ask if I was ready to move forward with my endocrinology appointment — a referral I never knew existed.

This should have never happened.

In August 2024, I finally had my parathyroid hormone (PTH) level checked — and it was elevated at 87, a result that should have immediately prompted further investigation. I was referred again to Endocrinology, but they declined to see me because my calcium levels looked “normal.”

Here’s what they missed: elevated PTH with normal calcium can indicate Normocalcemic Primary Hyperparathyroidism (NPHPT). It’s real, it’s documented, and it’s serious. But it requires a provider who understands the nuance — and who’s willing to dig deeper.

I’ve become symptomatic. Yes, I have fatigue from Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, but this is different. Since August, my energy levels have dropped sharply. My sleep is unpredictable and fragmented. I now wake between 2–4 AM every day, even when I’m completely exhausted. My go-to sleep supports — including THC — have stopped working.

I'm scared that this will lead to another major flare. I’ve worked too hard to stabilize. I can’t afford to lose access to treatments, especially medications like those for ADHD, which my psychiatrist won’t prescribe if I start losing weight again.

From Air Force Medic to Full-Time Patient

Before I became a full-time patient, I was a medic in the Air Force. For seven years, I thrived in high-pressure medical environments, trained and mentored junior medics, and earned the respect of my colleagues. Medicine wasn’t just a job — it became my language, my special interest, and my safe place as an autistic person.

That experience shaped me into the kind of patient I am today — proactive, hyper-organized, and relentless when it comes to advocating for myself. Not because I think I know more than my doctors, but because I’ve learned the hard way that if I don’t stay on top of every detail, I’ll fall through the cracks.

And I already have.

The Day My Instinct Saved My Life

In early 2019, I underwent Gamma Knife radiation surgery to shrink a massive cerebral arteriovenous malformation (AVM) that carried a 78% lifetime risk of rupture. About a week later, I noticed swelling and pain in my right arm where I’d had an IV. The NP said it was probably just phlebitis. My heart rate was elevated, but they weren't concerned.

Still, something didn’t feel right.

I went to the ER. They found a thrombosis in my basilic vein and a highly elevated D-dimer. A chest CT revealed something terrifying: bilateral pulmonary emboli in all four lobes of my lungs. I was completely asymptomatic. No chest pain. No shortness of breath. Just a gut feeling and a racing heart.

If I had gone home instead of trusting my instinct, I might not be here writing this.

AVM Diagnosis: Another Case of “It’s Probably Nothing”

Backtracking a few months — in late 2018, I began experiencing pulsatile tinnitus, dizziness, and vertigo. It could have been anything. Still, I mentioned to a trusted physician mentor that I’d done some research and wondered about an AVM. He agreed it was worth looking into. He ordered the MRI.

That scan revealed a Spetzler-Martin Grade 5 AVM in my posterior corpus callosum — one of the rarest and most dangerous types. Most people don’t know they have an AVM until it ruptures. Mine didn’t. That MRI may have saved my life.

The Aftermath: Radiation, Hearing Loss, and Cognitive Decline

Within six months of radiation, I lost hearing in my left ear. Within a year, I lost hearing in my right. By two years post-op, I could no longer work due to memory loss, difficulty with cognition, and executive dysfunction.

Eventually, I was diagnosed with Major Neurocognitive Disorder, Autism, ADHD, and a math disability. I'm now under active neurological evaluation to determine whether the Gamma Knife radiation — which research confirms can cause both cognitive decline and hearing loss — is the root cause.

For years, I begged doctors to help me understand what was happening to my brain. They told me it wasn’t serious. That I was overreacting. That it was stress.

It wasn’t.

Layers of Complexity: A Web of Diagnoses

The deeper you go into my medical history, the more tangled it becomes — but each piece matters. Here’s a brief look at the major players:

• Cerebral AVM (diagnosed 2018, resected 2024)

• Pulmonary Sarcoidosis (diagnosed 2020, in remission with annual PFT follow-ups)

• Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (diagnosed 2022)

• POTS, Dysautonomia, Orthostatic Hypotension

• Gastroparesis, Chronic Nausea

• Mast Cell Activation Syndrome

• Epilepsy Partialis Continua (controlled on Keppra)

• Major Neurocognitive Disorder

• Autism, ADHD (Inattentive Type), PTSD

• Bilateral Sensorineural Hearing Loss

• Military Sexual Trauma Survivor

I use a central port to self-administer fluids twice per week to stay hydrated and prevent fainting. My medications and therapies are tightly coordinated and managed across multiple specialists.

But even with all of this, my recent experience with hyperparathyroidism shows how easy it is for critical care to be missed.

Where I Am Now — And What I Need

Right now, I need a thorough evaluation of my parathyroid function. I want answers, not assumptions. I want an Endocrinologist who understands that normal calcium doesn’t rule out parathyroid disease. I need someone who will look at my full history, not just a snapshot.

This isn’t just about one lab result. It’s about an entire system that repeatedly fails to see the bigger picture — and patients like me, who don’t fit into neat diagnostic boxes.

Thankfully, I’m still fighting. I have providers who listen. I have a neurologist who’s taking my cognitive issues seriously. I’m hopeful. But I also know that without constant advocacy — from me, from my support system, and from people like you — none of this moves forward.

For Anyone Reading This

Whether you're a fellow chronically ill person, a caregiver, a provider, or just someone trying to understand — thank you for reading. If you take away one thing from this, let it be this:

🟣 Listen to your body.

🟣 Advocate even when you're tired.

🟣 Trust your instincts — they might just save your life.

Stay tuned for a weekly Blog, Mondays at 1500 (3PM MST)

Stay resilient,

Frankie