And oh my goodness am I hoping the steps (that feel backwards to me) are going to help me more forward!
We met with my new neurologist/epileptologist (finally) last Thursday. It felt like forever. We have been waiting to meet her since we moved. It was very difficult trying to get the appointment set up because the offices weren't communicating properly. BUT finally, we had the appointment. And we were relieved, and excited, and so ready.
Since my wonderful doctors at Stanford were ready to "make mom a cyborg" as my kids were saying, and give me a new option and they were the ones who said "This is the doctor you're going to see when you move", we were under the impression that my tests, my images, my everything would be sent to her and we would just kind of go from there. When we got to the office, I was prepared to tell my story all over again, I always have to, no matter which doctor I'm seeing- it can even be a gynecologist (sorry boys) but they are treating me for medical conditions, so they need to know everything. I always have to start at the beginning, no matter what. I told her how it all started. Then she asked where my images and results were. I was shocked. I had requested they be sent to her, and I called several times to make sure they got sent to her and I left several messages with the records department telling them to SEND THEM TO HER. So I don't know why she didn't have them. So other than us telling her stuff, she didn't have anything.
She is a very smart woman. The appointment went really well and I like her a lot. It's been decided that now that she has my signature on papers that she can fax to them, she can send the papers over and get my records rushed, but it would have been a better appointment if she had them beforehand. AND before she jumps onboard with the implant option, she wants her own set of data and testing. I 100% respect her for wanting her own results but I am still about 50% disappointed because I wanted something else to happen.
November 11th, I will be checking into the hospital for a video EEG... 500lb purse of wires, sticking stuff all over my head, trying to make me have seizures, we all know the drill by now. It's awful and I hate it. (Although last time my friends made it a lot more entertaining!) The nice perk this time is that the hospital is close to my house so I don't have a 3+ hour drive home added at the end of it all, so I can just come home to my kids when it's all said and done.
One round of video EEG and she wants her own MRI (which I also hate because claustrophobia). I can do this. I can do this because I know it's getting me somewhere eventually. I hope.
Monday, October 7, 2019
Friday, July 12, 2019
Today is a hard day.
My house is a wreck. There are boxes everywhere. I am trying to unpack and get settled. We are still waiting for some furniture to arrive. The fence just got finished today, so up until now the dogs have had to go out on leashes every few hours, which they aren't used to, so that's been a whole situation- accidents everywhere, all over my new house. It's been... stressful. But I love my house. I love Indiana. It's been amazing. I have had 3 seizures since the move, stress and trying to adjust the sleep schedule will do that. And it's ok, it's to be expected. I tell myself that anyway and shrug it off. Am I pissed off about them? A little, sure. They're annoying and exhausting and they upset my kids.
When we first got to Indiana, we went to the BMV to switch the truck registration, our licenses, all of that fun stuff. When you move to Indiana, you have to take the written test. Knowing my brain would NOT function the way it needs to in order to take the test (reading multiple choice questions and then answering them is really hard for me, I have to read the choices over and over), and because I can't drive anyway, I opted to just surrender the license and just get a state ID. The lady looked shocked. She said "You know if you choose to get a license later, you have to start all over and take the driving exam." And I just kind of laughed and told her I probably should anyway and I'm fine with that. I haven't driven since... I can't even remember. It's been long enough that I should be tested before someone just hands me my license again, so I'm 100% ok with that. I explained that I have epilepsy and it's the most responsible decision. She respected me for that and gave me my ID.
In the middle of trying to sort out our new life, we see the news about Cameron Boyce. (If you have somehow missed it and have no idea what I am talking about:Please read this) Randy asked if I saw the news. I hadn't yet, so he handed me his phone and I fell apart. It was hard to read for many reasons. Yes, SUDEP being one of them but my kids loved him. Quinn especially. She has him on her pajamas and on her sheets and her backpack. We are all about 'The Descendants' in this house. And the kids watched 'Jessie' all of the time. I would always groan and say "Ugh.... are you watching 'Jessie' again?" But honestly, I loved watching them watch it because they laughed at the silliest things. Cameron Boyce was on my TV a lot.
The kids saw me crying and asked what was wrong- their first worry is that I'm having an aura or that my head hurts when they saw me covering my face, when they saw that I was crying, they asked why. And that put me in a hard position. I want to be honest. I want to tell them why I'm crying, I know they're going to see this news somewhere else. I would rather they hear it from me but oh my god, what scary news to hear. One of their favorite actors died and he died because he had epilepsy.
My kids are rockstars. They handled the news really well. Quinn always asks questions and her first was "But you don't have those kinds of seizures anymore, right?" (referring to tonic-clonic) and then she said "And you take your medicine too, right?" Someone listened really well when she got to go with me to my doctor appointment. Brody hugged me tight, listened and made jokes. That's how he deals. Quinn has been asking questions off and on all week. She has asked about "Carlos" which is Cameron Boyce's character in 'The Descendants' and she asks a lot of questions about SUDEP. I answer them as honestly and thoroughly as I can. I told her since the doctors don't know a whole lot, neither does Mommy and she seems as satisfied with that as she can be.
I hate that right as the kids are going through the huge adjustment of moving, this huge scary thing happened that hits so close to home for them. For us. Every time something new pops up with his name on it, I cry. He seemed like an amazing human. He was doing great things. Contributed to a lot of causes.
There is suddenly a lot of epilepsy and SUDEP awareness in the news and it sucks that it took someone famous dying to make that happen. Maybe it will help erase the stigma, who knows.
For those of you trying to figure out what SUDEP is or wondering about risks and things like that, here is a link: https://www.neurologytimes.com/epilepsy-and-seizure/5-important-facts-about-sudep. It had some good stuff. But as I said, they're still trying to figure it out. SUDEP is like SIDS- terrifying and not understood yet.
After my first (tonic-clonic) seizure, my mom googled too much and then insisted on sleeping in my bed with me and wouldn't explain why. This. This is why. Now I get it. But when you're 32 and your mom won't explain it, your body hurts, and she wants to sleep next to you, it's odd. But she was scared and didn't want to scare me. After seeing the news the other day, my friend said if she knew SUDEP was a thing, she would have been sleeping outside of my window when I was experiencing tonic-clonic seizures. I have complex partial seizures now, for anyone worried, and they happen in the mornings usually an hour or two after I wake up- I go into a state that is similar to sleep walking and I don't know what I'm doing, and then "Seizure Katie" normally makes coffee and goes about the morning routine and when I snap out it, I don't have any recollection of it. It's very strange, but that's typically how my seizures play out. So for those of you that read about SUDEP and checked on me, thank you, but my seizures don't occur at night, and I take my meds and do all of the things I am supposed to. And maybe I will one day be a cyborg and seizure free and then we won't have to worry about any of this bullshit anymore.
So here we are.... July 12th. 5 days seizure free.
When we first got to Indiana, we went to the BMV to switch the truck registration, our licenses, all of that fun stuff. When you move to Indiana, you have to take the written test. Knowing my brain would NOT function the way it needs to in order to take the test (reading multiple choice questions and then answering them is really hard for me, I have to read the choices over and over), and because I can't drive anyway, I opted to just surrender the license and just get a state ID. The lady looked shocked. She said "You know if you choose to get a license later, you have to start all over and take the driving exam." And I just kind of laughed and told her I probably should anyway and I'm fine with that. I haven't driven since... I can't even remember. It's been long enough that I should be tested before someone just hands me my license again, so I'm 100% ok with that. I explained that I have epilepsy and it's the most responsible decision. She respected me for that and gave me my ID.
In the middle of trying to sort out our new life, we see the news about Cameron Boyce. (If you have somehow missed it and have no idea what I am talking about:Please read this) Randy asked if I saw the news. I hadn't yet, so he handed me his phone and I fell apart. It was hard to read for many reasons. Yes, SUDEP being one of them but my kids loved him. Quinn especially. She has him on her pajamas and on her sheets and her backpack. We are all about 'The Descendants' in this house. And the kids watched 'Jessie' all of the time. I would always groan and say "Ugh.... are you watching 'Jessie' again?" But honestly, I loved watching them watch it because they laughed at the silliest things. Cameron Boyce was on my TV a lot.
The kids saw me crying and asked what was wrong- their first worry is that I'm having an aura or that my head hurts when they saw me covering my face, when they saw that I was crying, they asked why. And that put me in a hard position. I want to be honest. I want to tell them why I'm crying, I know they're going to see this news somewhere else. I would rather they hear it from me but oh my god, what scary news to hear. One of their favorite actors died and he died because he had epilepsy.
My kids are rockstars. They handled the news really well. Quinn always asks questions and her first was "But you don't have those kinds of seizures anymore, right?" (referring to tonic-clonic) and then she said "And you take your medicine too, right?" Someone listened really well when she got to go with me to my doctor appointment. Brody hugged me tight, listened and made jokes. That's how he deals. Quinn has been asking questions off and on all week. She has asked about "Carlos" which is Cameron Boyce's character in 'The Descendants' and she asks a lot of questions about SUDEP. I answer them as honestly and thoroughly as I can. I told her since the doctors don't know a whole lot, neither does Mommy and she seems as satisfied with that as she can be.
I hate that right as the kids are going through the huge adjustment of moving, this huge scary thing happened that hits so close to home for them. For us. Every time something new pops up with his name on it, I cry. He seemed like an amazing human. He was doing great things. Contributed to a lot of causes.
There is suddenly a lot of epilepsy and SUDEP awareness in the news and it sucks that it took someone famous dying to make that happen. Maybe it will help erase the stigma, who knows.
For those of you trying to figure out what SUDEP is or wondering about risks and things like that, here is a link: https://www.neurologytimes.com/epilepsy-and-seizure/5-important-facts-about-sudep. It had some good stuff. But as I said, they're still trying to figure it out. SUDEP is like SIDS- terrifying and not understood yet.
After my first (tonic-clonic) seizure, my mom googled too much and then insisted on sleeping in my bed with me and wouldn't explain why. This. This is why. Now I get it. But when you're 32 and your mom won't explain it, your body hurts, and she wants to sleep next to you, it's odd. But she was scared and didn't want to scare me. After seeing the news the other day, my friend said if she knew SUDEP was a thing, she would have been sleeping outside of my window when I was experiencing tonic-clonic seizures. I have complex partial seizures now, for anyone worried, and they happen in the mornings usually an hour or two after I wake up- I go into a state that is similar to sleep walking and I don't know what I'm doing, and then "Seizure Katie" normally makes coffee and goes about the morning routine and when I snap out it, I don't have any recollection of it. It's very strange, but that's typically how my seizures play out. So for those of you that read about SUDEP and checked on me, thank you, but my seizures don't occur at night, and I take my meds and do all of the things I am supposed to. And maybe I will one day be a cyborg and seizure free and then we won't have to worry about any of this bullshit anymore.
So here we are.... July 12th. 5 days seizure free.
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
"Once you give up, it's over. So you can't give up."- Adam Eichenwald (A Mind Unraveled)
I recently read A Mind Unraveled by Kurt Eichenwald and cried my face off through a lot of it. The struggles he faced through his battle with epilepsy are completely unreal and so much more than I have dealt with, and it helped me realize that even though I can't work and I can't drive and I sit here in a pool of self pity throughout the day, I need to kick myself in the ass and do something. I haven't figured out what that something is yet, but I'll figure it out eventually.
***That was written... and I got interrupted... And a few weeks later, I am continuing***
And just as I got motivated and ready to do something... my seizures came back and that was just kind of a kick in the face. And that's fine. I can work through it. The problem is, we are moving soon. LIKE SOON. Like the 19th- SOON.
Randy and I bought a house. In Indiana. And so we have been packing and trying to get ready for that. And in the midst of all of this, I had follow up appointments with my neurologist and my neurosurgeon. We discussed the seizures I have been having, the frequency, the auras, everything. And I am now a candidate for a new medical device that is similar to a pacemaker.. but it's for the brain. And it is implanted in the skull with leads placed in the brain at the spots that are still firing off seizures. That's the simplest way to explain it- it's actually an amazing device and there's a lot more to it, but that's the quickest way to tell you about it.
They gave me a booklet about it and they gave me some contact information for people who have been living with the device. I was very excited to be able to talk to people and hear what they have to say. I reached out pretty immediately. I was on the phone with someone for over an hour while he told me his story...
This man had to have an on demand pace maker because his heart stopped whenever he had a seizure. They were going in to take out his right temporal lobe and then he was told they couldn't do it because they were also getting signals from his left side. That's when he was told about this device and this is when they were just starting and it was in the trial/research and development kind of phase. And he told me, at this point, he was sort of "I don't know how many more seizures my heart can handle. How many more do I have left? If nothing else, this research will help someone else. Let's do it." So he did it. He had the device put in. Eleven years ago. And he has been seizure free for six and a half years. He went to college. He has his masters. He went from four medications, down to one. Remember, I said he was part of the trial group, so he is on his third (and the current) version of the device, he said they know exactly how to make it work now and it obviously works now because he is seizure free and he is telling me all of this, and I'm trying to stay composed.
It was SO SO SO nice to talk to someone who gets it. He was talking about how amazing it was to go back to school and he was able to read his text books and he could read the pages just one time and he knew what he read, he didn't have to read them again and again and still think "Wait, what did that say?".
I had been on the fence about the device. But he helped me see that it is pretty amazing. And I would LOVE to wake up and not worry about going into a seizure. And I would love to read a book and read a page just once. I would love to go back to school, that was the plan before my brain decided to throw this party.
I wasn't going to let epilepsy win when I first started this blog... But honestly guys, it has been kicking my ass. Three brain surgeries (only two of them successful) and I'm still having seizures, it's pretty discouraging. I've spent A LOT of time in the hospital with the tests and the surgeries and the recoveries and it's exhausting and I am over it. I cry a lot and I'm angry. I think I cry because I'm angry.
When I went to see my doctors last week I didn't think they were going to offer me anything other than a medication adjustment. I definitely didn't expect this "Let's put a computer in your head and make you a cyborg" option. But I'm interested and it looks awesome. I spoke with my doctor and she said there are amazing doctors in Indiana that she can connect me with that can do this surgery and she will help me set it up and she can still overlook the data and it will be fine. That made me happy and helped re-assure me. When I spoke with my neurosurgeon, he was like "No I've been working on you and know your history, lets do it before you move". And I thought maybe we can finagle some of the dates... but it was pushing it. We went ahead with the pre-op blood tests and everything anyway just in case. This was on June 6th.
Yesterday, I received a phone call from the hospital letting me know that my procedure was pre-approved. ????? Cool. WHAT? I hadn't scheduled anything, and usually your procedure needs to be scheduled before it is approved. Before I could ask any questions, the lady wished me a nice day and was gone. Dumbfounded, I walked down the hall and verified things with Randy.
"Hey Babe?"
Randy turned and looked at me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Did we schedule my testing and surgery?"
He looked at me and was just as confused as I was, which was a good sign, it means I didn't schedule something and then my crazy Epilepsy Brain erased it. And then I explained what just happened. We decided I should call the surgery scheduler. She was not at her desk. I left her a message explaining that my procedure was approved but I was moving and I didn't know it was scheduled and please help.
She called me back kind of laughing because I had the drop on her. She said she pencilled me in because she was going to call me but wanted to talk to me and apparently everyone in her office moved ahead of her while she was out of the office for a few days and got it approved and everything.
But if I am interested in the surgery...
I can have it done on
FRIDAY.
FRIDAY?!
She said she understands that's a little soon and overwhelming... "Um... listen lady, you want to put a computer in my head and you are thinking it's a little soon and overwhelming? It's Monday." (of course I didn't actually say that)
She had to have a meeting to verify everything with the Epilepsy staff and I said that was good because I had to have a meeting with my people too. So after trying to figure out logistics of switching up move dates by a week (and then finding out it could maybe be two weeks or more) we decided it was best to wait until I am established with a team in Indiana and have it done out there. BUT HOLY COW! What an emotional roller coaster that was! For at least two hours, if not more, I was just sitting there yesterday going "FRIDAY?!" It was quite the shake up.
I am glad the doctors presented me with another option. I am SO grateful for Kurt Eichenwald's book. And I loved hearing that man's story on the phone the other day and that he took the time to talk to me. I can't wait to hear from other patients and just talk to other people dealing with epilepsy.
My friend said today I can't give epilepsy another win, and she's absolutely right, because that's one step closer to defeat and giving up. I need to stay strong. I need to accept that it's OK to cry and be angry and not beat myself up for it. As I once said to my kindred spirit, Ezekiel, when he smiled at me SO SWEETLY "We're gonna beat it, and we're gonna win". I just need to remind myself of that.
***That was written... and I got interrupted... And a few weeks later, I am continuing***
And just as I got motivated and ready to do something... my seizures came back and that was just kind of a kick in the face. And that's fine. I can work through it. The problem is, we are moving soon. LIKE SOON. Like the 19th- SOON.
Randy and I bought a house. In Indiana. And so we have been packing and trying to get ready for that. And in the midst of all of this, I had follow up appointments with my neurologist and my neurosurgeon. We discussed the seizures I have been having, the frequency, the auras, everything. And I am now a candidate for a new medical device that is similar to a pacemaker.. but it's for the brain. And it is implanted in the skull with leads placed in the brain at the spots that are still firing off seizures. That's the simplest way to explain it- it's actually an amazing device and there's a lot more to it, but that's the quickest way to tell you about it.
They gave me a booklet about it and they gave me some contact information for people who have been living with the device. I was very excited to be able to talk to people and hear what they have to say. I reached out pretty immediately. I was on the phone with someone for over an hour while he told me his story...
This man had to have an on demand pace maker because his heart stopped whenever he had a seizure. They were going in to take out his right temporal lobe and then he was told they couldn't do it because they were also getting signals from his left side. That's when he was told about this device and this is when they were just starting and it was in the trial/research and development kind of phase. And he told me, at this point, he was sort of "I don't know how many more seizures my heart can handle. How many more do I have left? If nothing else, this research will help someone else. Let's do it." So he did it. He had the device put in. Eleven years ago. And he has been seizure free for six and a half years. He went to college. He has his masters. He went from four medications, down to one. Remember, I said he was part of the trial group, so he is on his third (and the current) version of the device, he said they know exactly how to make it work now and it obviously works now because he is seizure free and he is telling me all of this, and I'm trying to stay composed.
It was SO SO SO nice to talk to someone who gets it. He was talking about how amazing it was to go back to school and he was able to read his text books and he could read the pages just one time and he knew what he read, he didn't have to read them again and again and still think "Wait, what did that say?".
I had been on the fence about the device. But he helped me see that it is pretty amazing. And I would LOVE to wake up and not worry about going into a seizure. And I would love to read a book and read a page just once. I would love to go back to school, that was the plan before my brain decided to throw this party.
I wasn't going to let epilepsy win when I first started this blog... But honestly guys, it has been kicking my ass. Three brain surgeries (only two of them successful) and I'm still having seizures, it's pretty discouraging. I've spent A LOT of time in the hospital with the tests and the surgeries and the recoveries and it's exhausting and I am over it. I cry a lot and I'm angry. I think I cry because I'm angry.
When I went to see my doctors last week I didn't think they were going to offer me anything other than a medication adjustment. I definitely didn't expect this "Let's put a computer in your head and make you a cyborg" option. But I'm interested and it looks awesome. I spoke with my doctor and she said there are amazing doctors in Indiana that she can connect me with that can do this surgery and she will help me set it up and she can still overlook the data and it will be fine. That made me happy and helped re-assure me. When I spoke with my neurosurgeon, he was like "No I've been working on you and know your history, lets do it before you move". And I thought maybe we can finagle some of the dates... but it was pushing it. We went ahead with the pre-op blood tests and everything anyway just in case. This was on June 6th.
Yesterday, I received a phone call from the hospital letting me know that my procedure was pre-approved. ????? Cool. WHAT? I hadn't scheduled anything, and usually your procedure needs to be scheduled before it is approved. Before I could ask any questions, the lady wished me a nice day and was gone. Dumbfounded, I walked down the hall and verified things with Randy.
"Hey Babe?"
Randy turned and looked at me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Did we schedule my testing and surgery?"
He looked at me and was just as confused as I was, which was a good sign, it means I didn't schedule something and then my crazy Epilepsy Brain erased it. And then I explained what just happened. We decided I should call the surgery scheduler. She was not at her desk. I left her a message explaining that my procedure was approved but I was moving and I didn't know it was scheduled and please help.
She called me back kind of laughing because I had the drop on her. She said she pencilled me in because she was going to call me but wanted to talk to me and apparently everyone in her office moved ahead of her while she was out of the office for a few days and got it approved and everything.
But if I am interested in the surgery...
I can have it done on
FRIDAY.
FRIDAY?!
She said she understands that's a little soon and overwhelming... "Um... listen lady, you want to put a computer in my head and you are thinking it's a little soon and overwhelming? It's Monday." (of course I didn't actually say that)
She had to have a meeting to verify everything with the Epilepsy staff and I said that was good because I had to have a meeting with my people too. So after trying to figure out logistics of switching up move dates by a week (and then finding out it could maybe be two weeks or more) we decided it was best to wait until I am established with a team in Indiana and have it done out there. BUT HOLY COW! What an emotional roller coaster that was! For at least two hours, if not more, I was just sitting there yesterday going "FRIDAY?!" It was quite the shake up.
I am glad the doctors presented me with another option. I am SO grateful for Kurt Eichenwald's book. And I loved hearing that man's story on the phone the other day and that he took the time to talk to me. I can't wait to hear from other patients and just talk to other people dealing with epilepsy.
My friend said today I can't give epilepsy another win, and she's absolutely right, because that's one step closer to defeat and giving up. I need to stay strong. I need to accept that it's OK to cry and be angry and not beat myself up for it. As I once said to my kindred spirit, Ezekiel, when he smiled at me SO SWEETLY "We're gonna beat it, and we're gonna win". I just need to remind myself of that.
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
#Pixiequeen
Lately I have been giving these sort of shout outs and writing these love letters of sorts, and that's just what this is...soooo...
There has been a lady in my life that has helped me TREMENDOUSLY in my path to healing and I don’t even think she has realized it and I am super bummed to say goodbye to her.
This woman has helped build me up after every surgery and helped me stay confident and feel pretty.
Without Sheena, I would be a horrible crying mess of a person.
This woman has helped build me up after every surgery and helped me stay confident and feel pretty.
Without Sheena, I would be a horrible crying mess of a person.
- My meds make my hair fall out.
- I have had electrodes stuck onto my scalp more times than I care to count.
- I have had my head shaved by nurses and I have had 3 brain surgeries….
And she fixed my hair for my wedding! That’s how it all started. I needed my hair fixed, and she fixed it… but before my appointment, I had a seizure. A crazy violent seizure that caused me to be taken to the hospital via ambulance. And the beauty school student in me (that’s right for those of you that didn’t know, I’m actually a certified cosmetologist) was worried about messing up her schedule so I texted her from the ER and let her know I wouldn’t be at the appointment and she said “Why are you texting me from the hospital? Please take care of yourself!” But I didn’t want her to think that as a new client, I was a total flake- turns out that was not her concern at the moment, her concern was me. Once I was better, she found a slot for me and she fixed my hair. And my hair was perfect for my wedding!
She has always been aware of and concerned about me and my epilepsy and asked about the signs to watch for and what to do if I have a seizure. SHE IS AMAZING.
Every single time I leave her chair, I feel beautiful. I could be in my crappiest clothes without makeup on and she could do my hair and I would feel like Cinderella after the Fairy Godmother waved her wand.
She is just wonderful and I wanted to make sure she got a proper shoutout.
She has always been aware of and concerned about me and my epilepsy and asked about the signs to watch for and what to do if I have a seizure. SHE IS AMAZING.
Every single time I leave her chair, I feel beautiful. I could be in my crappiest clothes without makeup on and she could do my hair and I would feel like Cinderella after the Fairy Godmother waved her wand.
She is just wonderful and I wanted to make sure she got a proper shoutout.
When I was first diagnosed with my epilepsy and my hair was falling out and I was a hot mess, I would seriously cry about my hair 2-3 times a week, I couldn't even brush my own hair sometimes because it upset me so much, so Randy would have to brush it for me- but I don’t think that has happened since she very confidently told me I could rock a pixie cut and I haven’t looked back.
Like I said, Sheena has helped me feel pretty which sounds shallow but in this sort of situation it has helped the healing.
And she is so fun to be around. I absolutely love my appointments with her. She is just the best.
I am so happy that I had an awesome co-worker (shout out to Amanda!) that gave me Sheena's name.
Thank you Sheena for kicking ass and making me feel gorgeous every single time I leave your chair. You are the best!
Thursday, March 28, 2019
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.-Edgar Allan Poe
My brain is funny. (Not really, it's full of holes and it sucks.) It likes to remember the dumbest things that I don't need to remember and forget things that I need.
"OH! We said we were going to have lunch today? I am sorry. Please don't stop being my friend. I swear I love you. My brain just sucks."
But I can probably tell you what color shirt I wore on some random Wednesday my sophomore year of high school.
Or when I try to FORGET things that I don't want to remember, they sit there, lodged in my head, which I know happens to everyone, but seriously, if I am going to have memory problems, they should be the ones that go, right?
Today is a weird day for me. It is the "anniversary" of my first surgery. For those of you just joining my story, here is the link to that:
https://katievsepilepsy.blogspot.com/2018/04/hope-is-last-thing-person-does-before.html
It is hard for me to talk about it and relive it so I try not to, but today, it's one of those things that just keeps on showing up. THANKS FACEBOOK!
One year ago today, I had a brain hemorrhage. And that was terrifying.
I have had three brain surgeries in one year. That is insane. I knew that they were close together, but it didn't sink in until today that it was three in one year. HOLY CRAP.
So here we are.
I am still recovering from #3. And I have had 3 seizures since the surgery, but they consider it OK because my brain is still healing so I don't need to worry yet and I need to just accept it as part of the healing.
This morning, my amazing husband (and I don't know if I give him enough shout outs in this blog because you guys, he's seriously my rock) brought up that it's been a year since my first surgery and said something about how far we have come. And my daughter said "Since the surgery where your brain bled?" And she hugged me so tight. And gave me a kiss on the cheek. And you guys, I always talk about cherishing your friends and how awesome mine are, but have I told you about my kids and how much I cherish them? Because they are the best. They are my reason for going into surgery three times. They are the reason I keep on doing this. They are my sweet little monkeys and when you feel a hug like that, you know it's worth it.
This blog entry hasn't been as cohesive as my others, and I am aware of that. I have been a bit overwhelmed with the "anniversary" and just had to get the thoughts out. I'm still fighting. And I'll keep fighting. And maybe one day, I will win.
Friday, March 8, 2019
“A friend who understands your tears is much more valuable than a lot of friends who only know your smile.”
I know I've been saying it a lot lately, but seriously, my friends are the best.
On January 23rd, I had my 3rd surgery.
On January 22nd, my friend, Steve, came up to Palo Alto to stay with us.
On January 23rd, when I woke up from the surgery, my friend, Chelsey, was there- from Alaska.
These two had arranged things in their lives so they could be there for me. (Not to mention the amount of finagling and attempted lying in took on my husbands part to surprise me with Chelsey.)
It was so amazing to have two of my best friends in the world there with me. My doctor said they would be my lucky charms. (But no pressure on them, right?)
Those two saw me right out of surgery... I don't know if you've ever seen a person after they wake up from brain surgery, but it's not a pretty thing to see. My face is swollen, I have wires everywhere. It's just... not the best. But when you've been friends with people since you were 15 and you are now... much older than that, it doesn't matter. And they were amazing. And it made me so happy to have them there. After the other two surgeries, they checked on me, sure. But actually having them there, getting real live hugs and everything, it was a totally different experience. It was so nice. It definitely boosted my spirits.
Everyone has been saying that the the doctor was right, those two would be my lucky charms... and "The third times the charm!" and "this time will be the one!" and I am so sick of having lasers in my head, so you know... They'd better be lucky. And I have actually had a few people ask me why I haven't updated my blog in a while, so here I am, updating.
On February 19th, I had a seizure. But I was told this is ok. This can happen during recovery as your brain gets used to everything and your body is trying to figure out what's going on. If you remember from my other surgeries, this happened then too, so I didn't worry too much about it. I have had a few auras, but nothing else.
On March 7th, I went for my first post-op MRI and follow up. I told the doctor about my seizure and the auras. He looked at the MRI. He heard what I had to say. And right now, we are going to go with a cautiously optimistic outlook. We are doing much better this time, than we were the other two times at this point in time. And that is GOLD TO ME. So I guess I did have a couple of lucky charms with me this third time around.
Friendship is amazing. And true friends are a blessing. I've said it a million times lately, but I truly mean it, cherish your friends. You never know when you'll need someone to cry with when your face is swollen and your head is bandaged.
On January 23rd, I had my 3rd surgery.
On January 22nd, my friend, Steve, came up to Palo Alto to stay with us.
On January 23rd, when I woke up from the surgery, my friend, Chelsey, was there- from Alaska.
These two had arranged things in their lives so they could be there for me. (Not to mention the amount of finagling and attempted lying in took on my husbands part to surprise me with Chelsey.)
It was so amazing to have two of my best friends in the world there with me. My doctor said they would be my lucky charms. (But no pressure on them, right?)
Those two saw me right out of surgery... I don't know if you've ever seen a person after they wake up from brain surgery, but it's not a pretty thing to see. My face is swollen, I have wires everywhere. It's just... not the best. But when you've been friends with people since you were 15 and you are now... much older than that, it doesn't matter. And they were amazing. And it made me so happy to have them there. After the other two surgeries, they checked on me, sure. But actually having them there, getting real live hugs and everything, it was a totally different experience. It was so nice. It definitely boosted my spirits.
Everyone has been saying that the the doctor was right, those two would be my lucky charms... and "The third times the charm!" and "this time will be the one!" and I am so sick of having lasers in my head, so you know... They'd better be lucky. And I have actually had a few people ask me why I haven't updated my blog in a while, so here I am, updating.
On February 19th, I had a seizure. But I was told this is ok. This can happen during recovery as your brain gets used to everything and your body is trying to figure out what's going on. If you remember from my other surgeries, this happened then too, so I didn't worry too much about it. I have had a few auras, but nothing else.
On March 7th, I went for my first post-op MRI and follow up. I told the doctor about my seizure and the auras. He looked at the MRI. He heard what I had to say. And right now, we are going to go with a cautiously optimistic outlook. We are doing much better this time, than we were the other two times at this point in time. And that is GOLD TO ME. So I guess I did have a couple of lucky charms with me this third time around.
Friendship is amazing. And true friends are a blessing. I've said it a million times lately, but I truly mean it, cherish your friends. You never know when you'll need someone to cry with when your face is swollen and your head is bandaged.
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