Finally, nine months of testing had resulted in NO results. In late December, the doctor decided to try an MRI. I drove myself to the local hospital, hopeless that we’d find an answer from yet one more test.
I hung up the phone and quickly went to trusty Google to look up my new found diagnosis. What I found instantly had me in tears, I would need brain surgery, brain surgery is the surgery my doctor had mentioned. For months, my husband and I had downplayed my symptoms to family and friends (most of which were 2000 miles away) to keep them from worrying and now we were tasked with explaining why I’d need a brain surgery. I sat in my bedroom, nearly frozen from the call, I couldn’t find the words to tell my husband (who was on duty) about what I’d learned.
I went in for my first surgery around Valentine’s Day. I remember this day because my husband brought me roses once I was in my room and he had to join mom and dad for a dinner since I was stuck in the hospital, but the cheesecake they brought me back, was the best I’d ever had! I spent three days in the hospital and then went home to recover.
I felt much better aside from the normal feeling of being hit by a truck. Immediately my problems with walking and swallowing improved. My headeaches were gone….for a short time!).
Now, I’m not saying I don’t still suffer from my original list of symptoms, but the surgeries saved my life, they stopped the progression and eased a majority of my pain. I still have daily headaches, chronic fatigue and other problems, but I have my life and for that I am grateful.