Saturday, December 06, 2008
I don't know how much I've talked about my Mother in the past but she is one remarkable lady. I am the third of five children ranging in ages 22-31, none of us have lived at home for a little while yet at any given time she manages to know where we are and what we're doing. I probably talk to her literally every single day, sometimes two or three times a day...so when I started having these "a-typical" migraines her concern was prompt. When they became so bad that my four year old answered the phone she did what I suppose any worried mother would do, she came to help. She requested a substitute and hopped the earliest flight from southern California to Alaska.
One of the, how should I put this, consequences of being married to the military is that you are expected to problem solve alone constantly. Time off is something earned and generally reserved for such reasons, however, because I became this ill so close to Christmas and many soldiers in his unit had already submitted leave forms my husband wasn't going to be granted any. Even the day after the hospital staff had repaired the hole in my back he wasn't able to stay home and tend to our young children, bear in mind that I had to remain flat on my back so that the clot wouldn't dislodge.
Mom would do this for any of us, our family has always been that close. But really, the reason we needed her most is because we weren't getting anywhere. Vicodin really was just masking the pain, putting me to sleep, but I never felt any better. I had an appointment scheduled with my primary care physician the day after her flight came in, I was nervous and still a little disoriented, my right side had fluctuating periods of weakness and even that was in varying degrees.
Before I could even begin to answer any of his questions, Mom was on top of it. "She has little kids to take care of"..."people can't live this way"...and so on. SHE described my symptoms and insisted that he do something about it. He listened respectfully and sugggested to her that until he received the results from the MRI that there was very little he could do...however, he had a theory. From my symptoms he suspected a small tumor, most likely benign called a brain stem blioma and (until the results came back) he was going to put me on a daily regimen Topamax (a medication used to control seizures) to relieve the migraine like symptoms. Also, to help when the symptoms became out of control I was going to be on the narcotic Fioranal.
These were to come in especially handy prior to my visit to the MRI which, as some of you may know, is like like laying underneath a jet engine...not recommended for the claustrophobic. My results of this test? Interesting.