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Hi. I was asked to give more details and have been spending quite a bit of time thinking about how best my story would help anyone else. It's a bit long-winded, but skip to the parts that seems to speak to you.
Background Migraines run in my family. Both grandmothers and my father had them. I've had them from a very young age but only got them a few times a year and somehow bounced back.
Adolescence was a different story. They got pretty bad...much more frequent, much more painful. Back then, there wasn't a lot the doctors could do...caffergot, fiorinol, heating pads, rest in dark, quiet room. When my periods smoothed out, the migraines calmed down. I'd get a few a year, no big deal. I had more colds than that!
With each pregnancy, the migraines were worse, until my 5th pregnancy caused daily migraines. They were the classic kind, with the loss of vision, "twinkly light," and pain like a freight train once my vision cleared. Giving birth put me back into a few times per year migraine.
Then, when I was in my early 30s, I started getting them 3-5 times per week. I could usually medicate myself through work, but it was enough of a problem that I started the long and tedious and expensive trek through "possible solutions."
What solutions have I tried? The list is long, arduous, exhaustive/exhausting, and includes some truly odd-ball things...a nod to the desperation I felt. * massage * CAT scan * chiropractic (both regular and NUCCA) * many different physical therapists * elimination diet * food allergy diet * gluten-free diet * acupuncture by 2 different folks * homeopathic medicine * naturopathic medicine * Chinese herbs * hormone replacement, both chemical and phyto-based * channeling * a strange additive to water to cleanse your system * About 70 pharmaceuticals * allergy shots * nose surgery (it often feels very sinus-like) * traction * bioenergy work * vitamins (e.g., magnesium, riboflavin) * ice packs * new age healing * relaxation & guided imagery * biofeedback * more sleep * less sleep * more exercise * less exercise * prayer * positive imagery * occipital nerve blocks from a pain clinic that has terrible communication skills and cared way more about the money and seemingly didn't care a whit about the patient. * psychotherapy
You get the picture. Meanwhile, for about 20 years, the migraines continued to worsen. More frequent, stronger intensity, longer lasting. I'd gut it out at work, then go home and collapse. Finally, my "lack of reliability professionally" showed up in my performance appraisal (isn't that illegal?). Within a year, I was unemployed, and pretty much unemployable. Even starting my own business bombed because I couldn't be relied upon to meet deadlines or attend meetings. I was offered a highly paid, intellectually challenging job, and had to turn it down because of my health.
I kept trying to cobble together the answers. I read voraciously on migraine...got advice from anyone who had been there. Tried desperately to find the solution so that I could have my life back.
So what did all this mean in terms of my life? * constant guilt for letting everyone down * inability to plan any social dates...so not more friends over for dinner, going out dancing, going to friends' homes, dancing, buying concert tickets, making any plans at all * self-esteem in the toilet, along with all the self doubt. Do I just want to be sick so that I can get out of doing more work? Am I using illness because I'm trying to avoid intimacy? Am I just a wimp? The worst moments, I wanted to die. I had promised my family that I wouldn't act on it, but my depression was deep and dark. "I just can't live like this! I can't take this pain day in and day out." I resented having to spend so much time in bed. * huge loss and grief. Before they got this bad, I swam a mile every day. I loved to camp and hike. My husband & I played music together. Went dancing. Had parties. Babysat the grandkids. Laughed a lot. Ride bikes together. Liked to travel.
Instead, I felt like I was putting more and more of the things I loved into a box in the corner. I couldn't play my (upright) bass for 10 minutes without the neck pain stopping me. I quit playing piano.
I felt like the world would be a much better place without me.
I also got tired of ER or Urgent Care doctors humilating me. "You're just drug seeking." "You got that right,...and you would be too if you felt like your head was being crushed by a semi!"
So How did I get to Michigan?
My neurologist said that he was out of options. He'd heard that the Michigan Head*Pain & Neurological Institute in Ann Arbor was the best in the country. I was afraid to go for 2 reasons. First, I was afraid that they would try the last-ditch drugs...you know, the ones that eat up your major organs in exchange for feeling a little better now. I wasn't sure I was ready to trade my future for my present.
My send concern was, "What if this doesn't work?" This felt like the end of the road for me.
But my desperation & despair made me finally decide to make an appointment to go, and I was fortunate that my husband agreed to go with me, because one of my triggers is flying, barometric pressure changes, fragrances (and there can be a lot of those on an airplane)...etc.
So in Ann Arbor, they did a full-day evaluation of me. The clinic itself is such a relief. We thought we had gotten the time wrong because the building looked closed; however, the door was open. Then we realized that they have soft lighting because we are people with head pain. It is a fragrance-free zone. I can't explain how exciting it was to use the restroom and get to use the hand soap, knowing that it wouldn't have a scent that would trigger a migraine!
Then they admitted me to the hospital -- Chelsea Community Hospital -- about 20 minutes from Ann Arbor. They have a whole wing devoted to head-pain patients.
What an amazing experience that was on so many levels. First of all, this is what these doctors do... they get head pain!!! It's a multidisciplinary team...each morning, you meet with a neurologist, a physician assistant that is assigned to you the whole time you're there, your RN, a psychologist who is assigned to you the whole time, and others. They try various drugs, many of which are much more benign than what I've tried previously. They solicit your input about how you feel a drug is working. I had MRIs of my neck and head (no doc had ever done an MRI in the decades that I've been ill). We tried a facet block, and I had some temporary relief. What amazed me is what it felt like to not have any neck pain. It has been such a constant companions for so many years, that I wasn't even aware how much constant pain I had been in until the pain was gone. I realized how I was always rubbing my neck without even realizing it.
We found a number of problems in my neck, which they said is what was triggering the migraines. So they did a cervical epidural. Between that and continuing to refine both my prophylactics and abortive medicines, I was able to experience 12 days without having to go to bed with a migraine. My record in the last 2+ years had been 5 days (that they only happened 4 times).
How can I begin to explain the hope! We had lots of educational sessions, they are quick to point out that this is a chronic disease that we will be living with. The idea is to manage them because (at least for us all-stars), there is no cure to date.
The Other Huge Benefits It was so validating to be around other people like me. It made me realize, no, I'm not lazy, a wimp, hypochrondriac, etc. I wasn't doing something wrong (how many times have we heard the well-meaning "I'm sure if you just did X, your migraines would go away."
It was also so helpful for my husband. There is an inexpensive and very nice hotel on the premises for families, and they got to finally truly share the pain, frustration, loss, etc. of caring for someone who is chronically ill. Most people don't understand my husband's explanation of yet another of my absences because of a headache. "But I get headaches..." If only we had cancer or a broken leg...it would be easier for our loving caregivers to get the support they need.
In conclusion
I've only been out of the hospital 10 days, so life is still very new. But I've learned that I don't have to force myself to become superwoman on the rare days that I feel "well" (which really isn't well, but is rather a mild enough headache that I can do things) to make up for letting everyone down and not contributing my part to the household and chores,etc.
There are no guarantees...but I wish I had gone years and years ago, because for the first time in years, I have legitimate hope that I may have a more normal life and get to be a participant a lot rather than a bleary eyed, sun-glassed, ear-plugged observer.
PS Sorry about all the typos. Couldn't figure out how to find spell check with this new format.
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