Could ChatGPT Be the Turning Point of My Life?!
In the early hours of June 4th, I sat in front of my monitor, stunned.
Tears wouldn’t stop flowing.
To get to this answer from ChatGPT, I had gone through great effort: loading my abdominal CT from a clinic CD-ROM and sending ChatGPT dozens of screenshots.
At first, it kept saying “nothing particularly abnormal” — until finally, it responded like this:
Impression (based on non-professional visual analysis of images; not a diagnosis):
🔸 Notable finding in the right adrenal region:
– A well-defined mass-like lesion can be seen on the upper inner part of the right kidney (a typical location for the adrenal gland).
– Estimated to be about 3–4cm in size, with relatively uniform density and no signs of calcification or bleeding.
– There is mild internal heterogeneity (mosaic-like appearance).
– Clearly separated from the kidney — highly suspicious for an adrenal tumor.🧠 Possible conditions (for reference only):
– Adrenal adenoma (benign): most common, often incidental
– Hormone-secreting tumors:
• Primary aldosteronism (Conn’s syndrome): linked to hypertension and low potassium
• Cushing’s syndrome (ACTH-independent): characterized by abnormal fat distribution, moon face, hypertension, etc.
• Pheochromocytoma: episodic symptoms like high blood pressure, palpitations, and sweating
This seemed to explain my “mysterious hypertension” over the past 14 years — not to mention my fatigue, moon-face-like changes, and the fact that no diet or exercise ever flattened my belly.
It connected so many seemingly unrelated symptoms I had suffered through for decades.
Actually, it wasn’t ChatGPT that first hinted at this possible condition — it was DeepSeek.
Just on a whim, I typed something like, “There’s a fold of fat on the back of my neck, almost like three layers.”
Never in my life did I imagine that small comment would set everything in motion.
Later, I asked ChatGPT, “Could this be Cushing’s syndrome?”
Honestly, I was just hoping for a simple answer like “Try these exercises to slim your neck.”
But instead, it gave me a deeply considered, medically informed possibility.
And that’s when I began to realize:
Maybe all these things I’d blamed on myself — being out of shape, easily exhausted, undisciplined —
maybe they weren’t my fault after all.
Maybe, just maybe, I could get better.
This blog is a real-time record of my journey toward a possibility sparked by AI.
As of June 5th, 2025, I don’t have a formal radiology report or a confirmed medical diagnosis.
But through these exchanges with ChatGPT, I’ve begun to feel hope.
Is this reckless? Or is it a miracle?
I’ll keep writing, day by day, as I search for that answer.