Luck

I found this blog.

I like it but it makes me sad.

It is about a young couple. The husband was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor a few months after they were married. This blog is amazing and I admire their strength.

I think I feel connected to them because it is there but for the grace for me. I think about how that could have been me. I flash back to the day I was diagnosed and the ophthalmologist telling me it was either a brain tumor or MS.

And sure, sometimes I worry about my future and I worry about getting a shunt and I worry about so many things, but I should be grateful that I HAVE a future to worry about. I know this will not kill me while this couple doesn't have that comfort. I could not admire their strength more.

It was recently their 3rd anniversary and all Tashi (the wife) wants to get her husband is an autograph from Nathan Fillion. She wants to make sure this anniversary is special because she is worried that it is his last. I am trying to be helpful but I am not nearly influential enough. Anyone know how to get in touch with Nathan Fillion?

There are stories like this all across America. There really needs to be a make a wish for adults.

Negative, and not me this time...

I guess it is amazing that I made it this long. Three months without someone looking at me and doubting the fact that anything was wrong with me. Three months without someone making an insensitive comment. I guess I should be grateful.

That stopped last night. Last night when my headache was at about a 6 and had decided to stick around for two days straight. Last night when I had worked a full day and gone out anyway to help Wills raise money for boobies. Last night when I was putting on my game face because this stupid thing is not going to stop me.

That's when I was told I was using it as an excuse.

That's when I was asked if I planned on collecting disability now.

That's when I was told "I see you out all the time" (a blatant falsehood) so there must not be a problem.

And I did not handle it well.

Thinking about it now in the calm light of day I realize it was an opportunity wasted. It was an opportunity to educate that I did not take. Maybe it was not the time or the place to explain that chronic pain is often invisible and that just because you cannot see it does not mean that there is nothing wrong. But you know what, it is always the time and the place. Because he needed to be educated.

So Mr. Boardsman, here is your education.

I wake up in the morning with a splitting headache. I have to drag myself out of bed because both my condition and my "cure" cause extreme fatigue. I go into work where I educate special needs children all day long. I typically have a headache most of the day. I also experience a variety of neck and shoulder pains as well as tingling in my extremities that makes doing anything difficult. On a good day I feel ok. On a bad day I feel like complete shit. I cannot let the children see. I strive to appear like I am feeling excellent each day.

After work I am exhausted. I go home and typically do not get off the couch for the rest of the evening. Not because I do not want to but because I simply cannot. The pain and the pressure and the fatigue are too much.

Why don't I take some Motrin and shut up? Maybe because pain killers don't work. The only way to decrease my pain is to decrease my pressure. The medicine that decreases the pressure has severe side effects that cause similar symptoms to my condition, but at least I will not go blind. It was not made for this condition so it is not the most effective. Nothing was made for this condition because it is rare. It affects 1 in every 100,000.

I get up every day and I do this with a smile because I am stronger than you can imagine. So next time you want to accuse someone with a chronic condition of "using it as an excuse" maybe educate yourself first.

I don't know that I will be asking 10 of my friends to vote for you, sir.

Karma

I used to believe in karma. I thought there was a balance to the world and that things happen for a reason.

I don't think I believe that anymore.

I have started reading blogs. Mostly medical blogs. Mostly blogs about people who are worse off than me so I can keep everything in perspective. First Wills pointed me to this blog. It is about a girl who is around my age and has Stage IV breast cancer. It is sad and happy all at the same time. Then there is this blog. It is called Jamsie Beats the Tumor. It is about a baby boy who gets a very aggressive and rare tumor. They start of with Day One, diagnosis and James dies on Day 24. It is heart wrenching.

I am thankful everyday that I do not have cancer. If I had a choice between cancer and IIH I would pick IIH most every time. I mean, if I had like a little mole that could be removed and they could promise it would never come back I would probably go for cancer. Still, cancer is terrible and horrible and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

I would kill for their support groups though.

Even if you have a rare kind of cancer there are commonalities that you can use to connect to other sufferers/survivors. It is also so familiar to people. If you tell someone you have cancer they kind of know what you're going through because it is slightly similar for everyone. Everyone knows of someone with cancer. Everyone knows the side effects of chemo. Everyone knows how much it sucks.

I am going to do that for IIH.

Everyone is going to know what IIH is. That is my goal.

Wear your pj's inside out for me. I want a snow day tomorrow.