Thursday, November 1, 2012

Fifteen Years


Fifteen Years

 On October 28, 1997, my life changed forever. I was standing on the field hockey field at boarding school, and the other team turned into purple spots. At the time, I thought it was just a regular migraine and went to the nurse’s office to get my medicine. A week passed and the headache didn’t let up. My mother came up and, on my 17th birthday, Nov. 4, I had my first appointment with a neurologist. He prescribed Imitrex, and when that did not work, Ativan, and prednisone which did. I learned from this experience. Treatment for migraine was definitely a trial and error field.

I went home, was hospitalized for two days- and this didn’t break the headache. My brother married his first wife the day after that. I was told, “Put on the dress and smile!” A maxim I have lived by a lot.
Fifteen years, numerous medications, neurologists, CT scans, two radiofrequency procedures, and the implantation of an occipital nerve stimulator later, as well as a fainting disorder, I am still here, still fighting this monster known as Chronic Intractable Migraine/New Daily persistent Headache and I will continue to fight until there is a cure. But I will not give up.

On this fifteen year anniversary, here is a list of what I have learned from this disease:

-There is no cure- only ways to make it bearable.

-Friendship is a precious commodity and should be valued

-College students will drive you to the hospital for food.

-The art and science of bribery is a skill to be cultivated  and used when needed.

-True friends will drag you to the hospital kicking and screaming, come up with a military plan to do so, write professors when you lose the English language, fight with doctors on your behalf, and distract the heck out of you in pain. They are treasures.

-You have to have faith in something.

-Sometimes, those who seem the most faithful, aren’t, but I believe God will bring us through-somehow, someway

-Most importantly, I have learned not to give up, and to keep searching for answers.

Go in Peace,

Sconesail