catching up on over a year's absence...
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current mood: contemplative
current song: celtic new age
I always wondered when I would get around to making a post. So much has happened over the last year that it would be utterly impossible to update everyone on everything, but I would like to write about the very thing that caused me to so abruptly leave.
To be short-I am now emerging through the darkest and most horrible time of my life. For several months during last summer, I was experiencing symptoms that could have been MS, Parkinsons or Lou Gehrigs disease. I spent four months-beginning in late June, going through the sheer hell of MRI's, an EMG test and countless appointments with neurology specialists. For those four months I literally felt that I was either going to die or suffer the malignancies of MS or young onset Parkinsons.
Finally on September 18th while at the Cleveland Clinic, I was reassured by the leading Doctor in Neurology at the Department, that I am ok-that in fact, everything that I had been experiencing was due to anxiety. This seems so ludacris-so simple and innocent now looking back, but at the time my symptoms were major symptoms-heavy feeling foot and leg-so much so that walking was difficult at times, numbness and pain, trembling, body jerks and jolts and other symptoms as well. But finally I had two seperate opinions-both from top neurologists that said it was just anxiety. And I had the facts of the MRI's and EMG both showed me as perfectly healthy as evidence.
For two weeks after September 18th all was well. I was slowly coming to terms with the fact that I was going to be ok-much easier said that done. Then one night, it suddenly dawned on me that I still had one medical problem that I hadn't given much thought to-essential tremor. When I had been originally diagnosed back in 2005, I hadn't given it much thought, it seemed innocent enough and my neurologist at the time acted as if it was a no-worrier. I looked essential tremor up on line and what I found terrified me. For over a year I lived with the terror that essential tremor might literally take my hands away from me-that they would shake and tremble so much that even drinking, signing my name and other related tasks would be at best-difficult and at worst impossible.
I have since found out that my original assessment was incorrect. Essential tremor can be debilitating but between 85% and 95% of all cases are so benign that medicine and treatment isn't even necessary. And in the remaining 5%-15%, there is medicine and they are working towards a full cure and expect to find it within the next 10 years. So in short, even though I have essential tremor the odds are overwhelmingly in my favor that I will be ok. But for the past year I have been living in a hell unimaginable.
During this past year I suffered from extreme depression-so much so that I was hospitalized. I contemplated suicide. I cried more hours than I can count. I stayed in bed, dumbstruck at my bad fortune. I gained 30 pounds. And my God how I suffered. The pain and worry was indescribable. The anxiety that my worrying produced made my hands shake-which in turn I could only see as essential tremor.
Slowly I am turning the corner and living again. Believing that I am going to be ok is a tough thing for me to accept because I am a worrier-that's only one discovery I have made about myself over the past year. But I am going to be just fine and things look brighter for me than they have for so long. yeah-I am going to be ok:)
While hospitalized I met some incredible people who were going through their own personal hells. One in particular has become a close friend who has stood by me throughout my ordeal. She was there to listen when I worried and she was there to inspire when I lost faith. My family also closed ranks around me and held me up. They prayed for me, wept with me, held me and went through their own hell as I went through mine.
To describe just how tough the past year has been is just about impossible to relate but one incident sums it up. I was so worried that I was slowly losing my ability to do things with my hands that I contemplated suicide. I have always been terrified of disability-moreso than of death. late one night in January of 2008 I couldn't take the pain anymore and I got out of bed in a agonizing stupor. I went downstairs, unsure of where my feet were taking me. I grabbed my housekeys and then took my ID out of my wallet and headed outside. I walked down the street slowly making my way to the center of the village I live next to. Vaguely I was aware that my feet were taking me towards the train tracks where I often heard trains roaring by. Beside the tracks was a bench and there I sat for over four hours in the cold snow..thinking..praying...struggling and yes, crying. I determined that when the train came-I would step onto the tracks and end my own life. I waited..and waited...and waited but the train never came. Finally I got up and wandered home and went back to bed. I don't know why a train didn't come that night, but because it didn't-I am here today.
That is just an example of how bad the past year has been, but I don't want to focus on it anymore. I am pulling through and I am going to be ok:)
I would ask that people continue to pray for me, because sometimes I doubt medical facts. My mind goes down dark avenues and takes me to horrible places that are best left unthought of. There may be a chance that I will be disabled from this, but in all likely hood-85%-95% chance, I am going to be so ok that I won't even need medicine-of which there is always that option.
It feels good to make this post. It's one I have wanted to write for a long time. There is so much more that happened, so many other thoughts and experiences that are now major events in my life but for right now I want to keep it short and simple. I wasn't ok-but slowly I am becoming ok. I am hanging in there and getting better each day.
So there we are. I am alive and kicking. I hope to post more frequently now and slowly as the posts roll by, more details of the past year will come to be shared. I would like to thank everyone for their well wishes and prayers. I apologize for vanishing off the face of the earth for so long-but at the time, posting and even replying to emails wasn't something that I wanted to do. When you are in hell sometimes you can be so low, that you don't even want to be with-or talk to others. I was in pretty bad shape. I am so thankful for the friends who stuck by me, who prayed for me and who kept trying to contact me over the year. It means alot that you would try to hard.~thank you!
So now I will bid everyone good night. It's almost 1:30 AM now and I should be off to sleep. Tomorrow is another day and I have so much that I want to do. Good night:)





