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Chiari A tough pill to swallow.

So, one of the most interesting things I have learned is that while Chiari is not the cause of all of my issues, it makes all of them a little worse.  However, the interesting thing is that until the Chiari became symptomatic, I have very few serious health issues.  I had an injured knee that is still functioning on grace and prayer, I also had the issues with my deviated septum and the fallout of needing my tonsils removed.  Otherwise, I was active, healthy, and living my life.

After the initial diagnosis, I had a few restrictions.  Seventeen days later at the neurosurgeon when the diagnosis was confirmed and surgery was scheduled, we went through a long list of things I would probably never enjoy again.  Here are a few of those things:

  • horseback riding
  • weight lifting
  • climbing
  • kickboxing
  • sing opera

Abysmal!

However, once I began to heal, I began to hope.  I was getting stronger everyday, I got a gym membership.  My memory was failing but I had enough family and technology to keep things together.  Then I started getting weak on my left side and from there, much has gone wrong.

The seizures have the largest impact on my life right now as they are quite uncomfortable and they are the source of the memory outage.  at first the seizures were small enough to where I was beginning to doubt my doctor.  Then my stepdad saw me have one in my sleep, and I had one in the pool a few days later.  Now I was not allowed to swim, drive, shower in the house alone, and a few other things.

Ended up in the ER with pulled muscles from my ribs to my hip on the left side.  The night seizures are violent.  They always end in pain, confusion, and long periods of dead sleep.

How do we come back to Chiari?  The headaches.  When the headaches are worse the seizures are worse.  The motion of the seizures can make the headache worse.  It is a cycle I really don’t wish to see play out.  We cannot say what is causing the seizures until I get my study done and maybe at that time they will be able to figure out what started them.  However, if they can’t, I still have to move forward. So much of what has happened and what is happening aggravates symptoms that I live with almost every day.  My herniating tonsils lead the charge against my body and whatever is left up there is still angry about losing to the while-coats.  I did not realize that people lived in pain until I lived in pain.  It is quite different than any other pain.  I know other pains will go away, even if they are acute or last a few days or weeks.

The headache sits.  At times heavy and at times light.  It is difficult to accept that this might always be how it is.  I may be in that percentage of people who get worse after decompression surgery and it isn’t anyone’s fault, it is just how it turned out.  I have spent the past two years in therapy trying to figure how to accept is and it is truly a ginormous pill to swallow when I have to say that we really have a few words and no idea how they are connected.  I just know that in the end, whatever happen will probably disturb my headache and I won’t like it but I will likely survive (based on my survival of every previous incident).

I hope that if you are going through a process that seems impossible, try to make sure you have really accepted the range of possible outcomes.  It is almost impossible to move on in life when we fight the truth, even when it is painful and it hurts.  In the end, the truth is what it is whether it is accepted or not.  It is harder to deal with a lie and heal and come to a new normal.

Sometimes you will have to open wide, take the life medicine, and drink a LOT of water afterward!

My Happy Place!

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My happy place.

I have had a  number of medical procedures done for testing or treatment that have been absolutely horrifying.  The first that stand out in my mind is when I had my knee debrided  and cleaned after and injury as a child.  I remember screaming, but in my head I was in a completely different place.  There was no pain, only the intense warmth of the sun.

The next time I really remember going to my happy place, I was having cortisone injected into my knee after a bad hyperextension and the pain could be described as “thrilling” or “amazing” and to my happy place I went as he filled my knee full of fluid and it hurt so bad.

The time that is most vivid however, is the time I went to pain management.  I wanted to deal with my headaches but he felt dealing with the bulging discs in my neck was more important.  He gave me 4 injections into the facets of C3 and C4 and for the first time, I cried at the doctor.  Silently, of course, as they had me strapped down and needles in my neck, but I went to my happy place and the sun was blazing.  Even my happy place couldn’t escape what my body was going through.  I made it through that procedure with an imaginary sunburn, but my happy place intact.  The experience made my happy place more impermeable to the bad times.  Because after that was the whole brain surgery thing and my happy place got a lot of usage there.

There were some dark days after the surgery.  I don’t remember a whole lot, but I have an overall understanding of how things went down and I have some nebulous emotions attached to this time.  I know some days were really hard on me and my sister and love is probably the only thing that held it together.  There were days, hours, minutes, and seconds of pain.  Enormous pain.  Epent in my happy place, where the sun shone bright and warm.

Even now, I will be struck with a headache and if I can’t bear the pain, I just zone out to my happy place.  Where I’m ok.  I am resting or running or picking apples.  I am definitely not dealing with excruciating pain.  We don’t have that here.  Just good, sunny, fun times!  It doesn’t cure the headache, or the nausea, or any accompanying symptoms, but it helps me get through the part of it that I take most personal which is the exorbitantly magnificent pain that soars through my neck and head like a flying ball of magma then comes to rest inside of my head, slowly melting my brain and burning down my spine into my limbs.  If I can think about the blue skies or the grass on my toes instead, then I choose that, thank you!