Tuesday, November 22, 2022

What I Would Tell Myself

I've been on this journey for a while.

Being disabled.

Being chronically ill.

How far back do I go?

Where to begin "counting."


2 Years since migraine treatment began.

4 Years since brain surgery (2018).

4 Years since my first wheelchair.

5 Years since my first myopathy symptom (2017).

7 years since Tuberculosis (2015).


I think seven years is the start. 

It was that diagnosis and the treatment that followed. Nine months of intense antibiotics to try and rid me of TB symptoms. That was the catalyst. If I could send a letter to myself seven years ago. When the vertigo started and I couldn't drive. When my legs gave out on me and I crashed into a bookcase. When I cried hysterically in the hospital parking lot, terrified of what was happening to my body. What help would I offer myself?


I would tell myself...

"You're going to be ok. You're doing everything right. You will find fantastic doctors who will help you make sense of all of this. Go slow. Rest as much as you can. You will discover a 'new normal' with each stage you go through. You are incredibly resilient and so are those around you. Reach out for help when you need it. You're doing great by using mobility tools. None of this could have been predicted. You'll be surprised by how strong you are. Many people will help you through this."

What a journey it has been.
And I know there's more to come.
The only thing constant is change. -Heraclitus


2015
Where it all began
TB diagnosis


2015
Working out as much as I can

2015
9 Months of TB drugs


2015
TB treatment is at an end


2016 
Back for my last year of grad school


2017
Back to work


2017
Fatigue is starting to kick in


2017
Neuropathy starts


2017
Graduation from Masters Program


2017
Muscles feel weak and "funny" on vacation


2018
Wrongly diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis
Feeling weak and tired
Working full time


2018
Ask for disabled parking due to weakness
I start using a walking stick


2018
I start using electric shopping carts


2018
I start using a rollator
because I need to sit periodically when out


2018
I keep feeling worse
I'm missing work
It's all very scary
Finally diagnosed with Mitochondrial Myopathy


2018
We buy our first wheelchair
a small transport chair

2018
I'm diagnosed with a brain tumor


2018
Going under for a craniotomy


2018
YAY! I didn't die and the tumor was benign


2018
My first big wheelchair


2018
We buy a travel electric wheelchair


2018
My first outing in an electric wheelchair


2019
Business trip to Hawaii
I'm still working full time


2019
Leg biopsy for myopathy


2019
I go down to part time work


2019
I stop working
I also start needing mandatory rest periods during the day


2019
My mom changes her plans and moves around the corner


2019
I'm finding my way


2020
We buy our wheelchair van
More testing happens, mostly to find my baseline


2020
Covid hits just as my medical team is coming together


2020
Swimming saves the day


2020
I developed migraines from my brain surgery
Botox is a lifesaver


2020
All the major fires are horrible for air quality


2020
I have my medications and supplements pretty dialed in


2020
My team checks on me frequently


2021
I have lots of love and family support


2021
My muscles continue their decline
I'm fit for a neck brace for extra support


2022
I start Amantadine and it helps a lot


2022
I go through Physical Therapy
for my neck pain and stiffness


2022
I go off Amantadine, relapse and find a new hobby
Pottery


2022
The pool is still a helpful escape


2022
I decide to keep my hair super short
due to decreasing arm strength


2022
I get assessed for a new wheelchair
PINK this time


2022
My migraines are stable with Botox
and Amivog injections


2022 - Today
I rest between 2-3 hours a day
Typically from 2-5pm
I spend a lot of time with Max
I'm with my Mom about 3 days a week. She makes me lunch.
My man has stepped in and stepped up. He does a ton around the house.
I no longer drive or can work for money.
I use my chair anytime I'm outside our home.
We're currently modifying our house to make it more wheelchair friendly.

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