Showing posts with label Radiofrequency Lesioning. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 23, 2018

A year later and maybe I should EXFOLIATE MY EYE to appreciate everything!

Most anniversaries are a wonderful time to celebrate beautiful memories. But sometimes you have wretched anniversaries filled with sorrow that tear down that calendar of memories. Often the uncertainty of the future haunts us into a paralyzing defeat.  I have to confess that instead of celebrating how far I've come in a year, I focused instead on the challenges I still faceSorrow instead of celebration. Wretched. I tried thinking of what has improved in a mere 365 days. I considered what I can do now WITHOUT pain that I couldn't do this time in 2017...very little. When my neurosurgeon explained that most anesthesia dolorosas heal in 1-3 years, I expected at least 1/3 of my face/ear/head affected would be much better. I only have 2 teeth, a part of my nose, and a small part of my face by the incision point, near my mouth, that are no longer numb and constantly burning. But, it often feels like my teeth are wired shut on top of the surrounding teeth being yanked out, front teeth kicked in, tongue stinging and lips burning. Thankfully the level of pain is dramatically less than it was a year ago.

I'm sick again, though, like I was in January and February of 2017! I have the same type of thyroid compression issues, asthma, and especially a cough that aggravates the anesthesia dolorosa, occipital, and trigeminal attacks and makes sleeping more difficult. For several days I was depressed and angry, truth be told. On the night of my 1 year anniversary, I accidentally got a microbead from my face wash stuck in my eye. My right eye. I stood in the shower with the water hitting my face much longer than usual, blinked like crazy, later continued flushing out my eye, and eventually the pain stopped moving around. The pain was just in one spot and I figured I had scratched my eye since the pain didn't dissipate. Curse those tiny plastic microbeads that are supposed to "exfoliate!"
Exfoliate my eye.

Halleluja for modern medicine and doctors who can see you in a day! Also, steroids for the eye vs for the whole body are SO much easier to deal with since there were zero side effects. Oh YEAH!

My problem was bigger than that, though, because since I was blinking more and more the stabbing pains in and around my eye greatly increased. I was mad. Why can't I be a normal person where you scratch your eye and that is the single place that hurts? Blinking too much causes a feeling of a little knife stabbing and kid hammer hitting to morph into a sledgehammer and machete inflicting pain consistently all around my eye. Plus the eye scratch. C'mon. Isn't there a song that goes, "Pain, pain go away, come again...never!!!"

The last day I remember being free of pain was the beginning of 1998. I've felt like I have the flu, ran a marathon, pain throughout my body, varying levels of vertigo, and vision and hearing problems every single day since 1998. I haven't had a month of level 1 or 2 on the pain scale since 1991 or 1992. I've now had MS for MORE than half of my life. Humph. Woe is me. Boo hoo.

After about 14ish hours of that dang eye, I decided to go to an ophthalmologist to see if I could get some type of eye drop to reduce the pain or help me blink less. Turns out that whole time the microbead attached to my cornea and wouldn't release. At first she looked at my eye in a blue light. But then she switched it to a white light. She and I were both shocked to realize I STILL had the sneaky, sticky invader in my eye! She got a tool from another room and I don't think I've ever been more happy to see a metal tool coming straight for my eye. Is it ironic that 365 days earlier I'd had a hollow needle inside my skull and face?!?! Only a year and a day earlier I'd had that needle begin burning the V1 nerve and affecting my eye, which was when I woke up screaming. Ironic or symbolic or something-ic seems almost hilarious now. Once the microbead was released I could almost breathe better. It's amazing how broad the physical effects are on the body, let alone the psyche.

It was then that I realized how ungrateful and ridiculous I had been. I had been viewing the past year in a blue light and mood for several days. There have been some miracles that weren't exactly what I'd prayed for or expected throughout the year. But, they were miracles nonetheless. Had I forgotten them in just a few months? I have had a great deal of blessings and improvements, for which I'm incredibly grateful. I have shared some of the miracles and spiritual experiences with some people and some with no one except for my dear husband and parents. I do know, without a doubt, that God lives and loves us. I think I agreed before this life to take on the pains and struggles I have. I'm not 100% sure I knew how tough it would be, but I knew it would be worth it. Impossible alone, but eternally rewarding as long as I didn't give up on God. There have been a few times where physically I regressed and I prayed, "I'm NOT strong enough. Please, God, I can't do this." But thankfully I've had help and He carried me through the fire. There's still some smoldering ashes along my path, but at least I can see through to this side of the flames.

Sooooo, what has changed in a year?

First of all, financially we are SO much better off than we were this time last year or even the last several years!!! It is wonderful and I hope to help others like so many have helped us!

Physically these are the things that I have been able to do or have improved:

  • My depression level has alleviated dramatically. I can see living now much more than I could in January and February last year. 
  • My pain level has gone from a 10 or 9 to a 4-6 most days. My pain levels basically break down like this: 
    • Pain level 10
      • Anesthesia Dolorosa (Jan-Feb 2017)
    • Pain level 9 (Jan-Feb 2017)
      • Occipital Neuralgia 
      • Trigeminal Neuralgia
      • Geniculate Neuralgia
    • Pain level 8
      • ON/TN/GN (March-April 2017 and off and on since 2014)
    • Pain level 7
      • Day 3 of child birth after water broke
    • Pain level 6 
      • Stabbing, failing gall bladder
      • Broken arm for 3rd time in a year when it sloped down like a valley and two nurses had to snap it back in place
      • Cysts breaking on ovary
      • AD/TN/ON/GN when anti-seizure meds are off or I've done too much
      • Recovering from surgery (gall bladder, C-section, endometriosis) and you cough
    • Pain level 5 
      • MS pain, fibromyalgia, and maybe pneumonia 
      • Sometimes AD/TN/ON/GN
    • Pain level 4
      • Most of my days anesthesia dolorosa is around a level 4, especially in the mornings. As long as I'm on schedule with my anti seizure meds and haven't done too much.
      • Hour 12 of something stuck to your cornea
    • Pain level 3
      • I don't remember
    • Pain level 2 or 1
      • When I was a child

  • 3 times in December I was able to shower without even feeling pain for at least 5 minutes
  • When I cry (which isn't that often), it no longer feels like acid is running down my face
  • A handful of times I've been able to drink something hot or cold without pain
  • I can sing a line or two with little pain
  • Sometimes I can hum and the rattling of my teeth is okay
  • I can drive some
  • I can talk with someone for about 1.5 hours spread out throughout the day with ZERO pain
  • I can laugh a bit with NO pain
  • Wind isn't nearly as painful
  • I can eat most things without problems
  • I have trained my body to sleep on my back, thus reducing the hip and shoulder pain from earlier in the year
  • I no longer am embarrassed by how I look on any level. It's kind of freeing. 
  • I very rarely twitch or need to use paper/pen or sign language to communicate anymore!!
  • I am LIVING again and the pain and uncomfortableness bothers me less. You can't tell by looking at me, more often than not, that I'm struggling. I've developed skills and tools to help me get through the days.

And most important of all, spiritually I have improved by
  • Finding more HOPE, FAITH, and LOVE than I have ever understood or felt before in my life
  • A deeper relationship with God and Christ
  • Miracles
  • Deeper relationship with 'angels' here on earth and on the other side of the veil


Saturday, April 8, 2017

PTSD? ME?

Control

Control is NOT my thing. My husband and I both were looking for someone who wasn't controlling, because we'd seen too many unhappy marriages with one partner being obsessively controlling and manipulative. I could care less about which way the toilet paper is put on, how the toothpaste is squeezed, how you do the dishes, how you dress, what soda you drink, or how you drive. I'm just grateful you're doing it and in my life. And if a thought pops in of, "Ummm, that's not the easiest/best way..." I thank my hubby more for doing it. Just a lot of gratitude. I've been that way since my first year of college. Find the good and let go of the rest.

I also had to learn how to not let my heart or my head take too much control, but to get in sync. This took longer. It took some time, for example, when my heart would pine after a guy and my head would say, "Nope. No bueno." Or I'd just freak out and take on the personality of a plate stammering in awkwardness and leave only dead air. Other times I threw caution to the wind and let my heart go (like when I finally decided to stop waiting to love a guy before I kissed him and kissed a French Jamaican at the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Yeah, I have pictures of my FIRST kiss. Ever. Did I mention it took me a long time to let go?). I had a pretty decent balance between my heart and head. But between my body and my spirit, we've been fighting for quite some time. I suppose since my first year of college. My body let go of my vision and hearing as new lesions formed. I had nausea, dizziness, fatigue and pain every day. My body would defy me, do its own thing, and I was left trying to catch up with its new disabilities. This was different than not wanting to control another person or differentiating between my wants and needs. This was so basic and just about living and surviving. My body---oh, that fighting body---my cells were fighting themselves. C'mon guys, get it TOGETHER!

PTSD is a WHOLE other game I didn't have any experience with until now.

When some friends mentioned it, I thought, no, that's not me. Before the thought had come to me that it was PTSD, but I thought it probably was just a mini version of PTSD. I didn't experience war, physical, or sexual abuse where it is obvious that your FIGHT or FLIGHT reaction would kick into gear. The psychological effects of these horrendous situations I could sympathetically understand as I talked to, worked with, and loved many who had experienced these situations. I never thought much about PTSD itself, but thought more about their emotions during and after the miserable attacks on their bodies and psyche.

Until I experienced it and thought, "Um, no, I haven't been through anything even remotely similar. Mine is just silly."

Back Up-->
I went to a chiropractor and she wanted X-rays because I have so many health issues, especially after the surgery. My insurance for sure wouldn't cover the expenses in her office, so she sent me to the hospital. I wasn't worried about this. Since the surgery I had returned to the building attached to the hospital, had blood work drawn, and had several check up appointments. I even was in the hospital for 4 days and had no PTSD from it. Not even when that cocky doc messed up my spinal tap. I just laughed it all off. Sure I was depressed, shaky, and had some issues, but I didn't connect that at all to my waking up in the middle of surgery.

So, going to a different hospital for X-rays and one vial of blood was NO biggie.

I waited in the late afternoon for my turn with the phlebotomist. As afternoon hits, so do my pains. Once I met with her, she took LITERALLY 10 minutes to feel back and forth all over my arms and hands on both sides. Never dug a needle, but obviously couldn't feel anything. In my 19 years of medical tests and pokes, I can tell when someone doesn't know what they are doing. But I don't usually speak up loudly. She was young and I had already asked if we should have someone else try. "No, I'm just feeling for it before I poke." By the third attempt to go back to my right arm, I INSISTED that we call up someone else. I started getting nervous and shaky. ? She came back after some time of other nurses coming and going. She said I'd have to wait 20 minutes. I didn't want to wait. I wanted to run. What was WRONG with me???

So, I went down to X-ray. The guy was kind and quick. But then there was an ODD X-ray he wanted. I had to open my mouth as wide as possible. I explained how difficult this would be with my anesthesia dolorosa, but it had to be done. So, I did and the pains increased. I got a bit more shaky. I just figured I needed to finish and get home to take the rest of my anti-seizure meds before my pains got to that unbearable level. But then I had to lie down on a cold metal table for the last few X-rays. The minute my left leg touched the cold metal table as I lay flat, my body wanted to JUMP out of itself. All of a sudden the emotions and memories of waking up on the surgical table 2 months earlier came rushing back to me.

I was nauseous. I was dizzy. I wanted to cry and scream at the same time. My heart was beating too fast. (My doctors have been worried because for the first time my heart rate continues to be too high because I'm constantly in pain). I've gotten very good at keeping my emotions in check and dealing with them secretly and silently on my own. But this was trying my control. I started shaking and asked the tech how many more. He would adjust my arm, move the table to the right place (easier than moving the gigantic machine with a light above me). Each time he moved it I thought I would fall to the floor. He reassured me there were only two more left. I breathed deep and continued to tell myself to get a grip. It was ONLY X-rays. It's NOTHING. I don't have a needle shoved in through an opening into my skull. There was no heat. The light was for the X-ray not to see better through my face to direct the needle. They weren't looking specifically at my face with anesthesia on call. Two more. Once I was done I hurried to my husband breathing deeply, whispering that I almost fell apart in there because it reminded me of my surgery. He rubbed my back, we got the CD and I wanted to leave IMMEDIATELY. We still had to meet with another phlebotomist and I didn't want anyone digging in. But, I reminded myself that I HAD to get it done. I've been poked way more times than I can count. This is just one of 1,000. I told my husband I couldn't talk about my feelings or emotions or I'd cry. I had to do this first. I met with the phlebotomist, it took her less than a minute and we were out.

I cried in the car and said, "This surgery messed me up in every way. Will I ever be normal again?"

I didn't think I'd have an issue. Dealing with waking up in the surgery was the lowest on my list of things to conquer and deal with! My nightmares had stopped, I was dealing with the pain, I had quickly forgiven whoever was responsible for the situation, and was focusing on healing.

But, apparently feelings buried alive don't stay buried. It is an odd sensation to feel so intensely something that you had tried to bury. You feel like you're being buried alive. You feel like you're drowning with no life saver in sight. My body wanted to separate from the situation, but couldn't. I was being FORCED to deal with this. Again.

Talking about the surgery started to help me get a better handle on it.

DAY OF SURGERY:

I went into the hospital happy and extremely hopeful. I didn't care if I was one of those whom it only helped for a week. One week with no Trigeminal Neuralgia was a dream I could only imagine. I joked and laughed with the nurse getting me ready. She couldn't get my IV and had to call someone else over. But, no biggie. She opened up about her daughter and commented on my joy and ease. She had to go work on someone else and I was assigned my nurse who would be there when I got out of surgery. I saw the young anesthesiologist again (I'd seen him 2 weeks before). I joked that he has the best job because he is who everyone wants to see. He makes the pain disappear. He acted weird and didn't respond with a "Yeah," but I figured he is used to not interacting much with people. No biggie. I was wheeled into the surgical room and I smiled and talked to everyone. I got onto the cold metal table myself and told them I liked the cold because of my MS. They explained what they were going to do and I was great with it. I fell asleep and don't remember anything...UNTIL...

I woke up with the most intense pain I had EVER felt before. I could feel the needle in my skull, the burning in my face, and SCREAMED. Not one scream, but over and over begging them to stop. I had jerked my head. Someone said, "Stop," (I believe it was my neurosurgeon). Then he said, "____ more," I thought he said, "We aren't going to do any more," but wasn't sure. He might have said, "We need to give her more." They pulled out the extremely long needle. I started to close my eyes but didn't want to. My screams stopped, because I knew the needle was out at that point. But for some reason I still wanted to let them know that it had hurt. I still wanted to beg them to make it all stop. To make the pain stop. I could still feel pain. I know it's not logical, but I still felt like they were trying to kill me.

They moved some things, turned off something, and more people started moving around me. A nurse said, "I can help move her to the bed" (She might have used another word than bed). I thought, "Oh, I should help too." With my eyes closed, I said, "I can help too. Do you want me to help move to the bed? I can do it myself." I didn't want to inconvenience them and wanted to do my part. I started to open my eyes to see what their response was because no one said anything. It was like everyone went silent and still for a second. A few seconds later, I couldn't open my eyes easily and my body jerked like it never has before. It felt like my body was trying to fold in half. I was unable to say what I wanted but could only moan in sync with my body jerking. I was conscious but couldn't open my mouth to say anything. For some reason I couldn't understand what was happening. I just knew that they were making it worse. I needed to beg them to stop because now I had even less control of my body. It was like a nightmare where I couldn't move or talk but desperately needed to. The unbearable stabbing pains, the uncontrollable & severe body spasms, the nausea, dizziness, the memory of the huge hollow needle up inside my skull, the burning, and feeling like now my jaw was wired shut with only the ability to moan in sync with my body's grand seizing were too much. The nurse reassured me that I didn't need to do anything. They would take care of everything. But to me they then pretended like I wasn't there. They moved my body without me saying anything. They had control and I had none. My pleadings fell on deaf ears as they talked to each other over my body.

I fought over and over to get enough control to open my eyes or my mouth. I just had to TRY HARDER. It was like super glue, knives, a sledgehammer, bugs, stinging scorpions, and an ice pick being shoved down my ear were mocking me all over my face and consciousness. It was the most painful nightmare I'd ever experienced. But everyone around me moved and talked like I wasn't even there. I didn't even matter.

The bars were raised on the bed, someone wheeled me through the doors of the room, down the hall, and as they were parking the bed, I FINALLY had enough control to open my eyes. I looked up and saw the clock was 10:00 a.m.. The surgery had taken 2 hours. The nurse walked over to me and seemed surprised that I was so awake. The others circled around my bed. There were several nurses (more than the two assigned to me-one of them the first nurse who had talked to me), my neurosurgeon, the doctor on the floor (for patients recovering from surgery), and I think the anesthesiologist. I blocked out the 6th face and I think his is the one I blocked out. I kept repeating that, "It hurt! It HURT!" The neurosurgeon jumped forward and said, "What hurts?" I clarified, "No, the SURGERY-it hurt too much. It hurt so bad." I remember this look of horror on many of their faces. I thought they looked at each other, but the nurses may have looked at the surgeon and anesthesiologist. Maybe they all looked at the anesthesiologist. Either way they all looked very worried. I was very awake. I saw others being wheeled back from their surgeries completely out of it. I was jealous. The neurosurgeon touched my forehead and I could feel it fine. His shoulders slumped. He felt the other parts of my face and I couldn't feel them. He left and I was left with just one nurse. Less than a minute later one of my worst trigeminal neuralgia attacks came and it was uncontrollable. I begged to be able to just leave the hospital. She told me I'd just gotten out of surgery. I couldn't. She asked the doctor there for pain medication and administered it quickly. She told me, "We are going to give this to you. Most people it knocks them out (puts them to sleep), but it looks like nothing works on you that way. In 3-4 minutes my pain was under control and I again begged to leave the hospital. She was apprehensive but asked the doctor. He looked at me like I was crazy, but said, "No, we have to keep you here for monitoring. At least 15 minutes after those meds." So I watched the clock all alone. All I wanted to do was leave. I considered ripping out my IV and just walking out in my gown. But, I didn't know where my husband was and they wouldn't let him back there with me. The nurse asked a few times how I was and I said I was FINE. I didn't feel fine, but I knew if I said it and acted fine that I had a better chance of leaving soon. The nurse who was assigned to be the liaison between me, my husband, and the neurosurgeon, came to see how I was doing. I told her that I was fine, wanted to leave and wanted my husband back with me. I asked my main nurse if I could leave. It was 10:20 and I got the clearance to leave.

I later learned that the neurosurgeon and nurse met with my husband. They explained that V1 hadn't worked and that I woke up in surgery. The nurse said, "She may remember too much of the surgery." The kind, compassionate neurosurgeon talked about how disappointed he was that it hadn't worked like he had anticipated. (V1 is the hardest to get, but he is very capable.) For some reason he didn't get to V1. He took it upon himself to come out and talk to my husband personally. My calming husband was allowed to come back with me, they got a wheelchair, I was taken down to a lower level, and checked out. It probably took 10 minutes total, but again felt like eternity. I cried and cried because it was obvious that my worst trigeminal branch hadn't worked, the numbness was something I didn't know if I could live with for 1-3 years, and I was still getting my trigeminal and occipital neuralgia attacks but now in greater frequency, intensity, and now in additional spots on my face, neck, and ear. I tried not to think about waking up in the surgery and didn't even talk about it.

The next day I had a cough and the constant pains increased. I wrote a message to the nurse and said, "My lips won't stop burning." I was told I couldn't even take Advil until 6 weeks post-opp. I could only take aspirin. I sent another one a few days later saying the burning was worse. I was told I could take EXTRA STRENGTH aspirin. But, I had no painkillers and my cough grew worse. I couldn't get into my family doctor, went to the Urgent Care, only got one round of steroids, was told it wasn't in my lungs and I could call after 1-2 weeks and I could then get another round of steroids (despite my explanation of MS, weak immune system, and need to ALWAYS need 2-3 rounds whenever I catch something). Then the cough got worse, my fever was bad, I passed out once and felt like I would pass out several times, my husband covered me with ice packs so I could sleep or move and I held on until I met with my neurosurgeon. The whole time that passed was 2 weeks and 3 days, but it felt like eternity. I was better with my fever and ability to walk by the time I met with him, but apparently looked really bad. I had a 102.6 fever, pneumonia, sinus infection, UTI, and possibly meningitis.

Yada, yada, yada. You know the rest of the story if you've read my other posts on Facebook.

Anyway, fast forward 2 months and I was getting to a happier place. The focus from day 1 of my surgery and on was to learn how to survive with anesthesia dolorosa. I had buried my thoughts and memories of waking up in surgery. I figured I'd dealt with it. My nightmares had stopped, I was dealing with the pain, and I'd forgiven anyone responsible for me waking up on the surgical table. It wasn't like my skull was wide open for the surgery when I woke up. They just went IN through an opening in my skull. It could have been worse. (Which I know I say way too often).

So, when I freaked out silently as I was getting my X-rays, it threw me for a loop. It felt like it came out of left field. How did it not pop up before? It probably wasn't a big deal since I didn't actually fall off the table, run out like I wanted to, or break down in tears until I was with my husband. I concocted plans to deal with this new, surfacing fear with ideas of coming back to the hospital. I could visit patients---but which patients with my weak immune system and their struggles? How could I really help someone else while exposing myself more to the hospital. I had a thyroid ultrasound and probably another MRI coming up. I needed to face this head on. (pun intended)

I have an amazing counselor I've been working with since about December. She went through the list of qualifiers for PTSD in the DSM-5 and things made a bit more sense. I had been easier to scare, more jumpy, shaky since the X-rays, nightmares, fears, depression, and so much more I just brushed off as new things to conquer solely due to anesthesia dolorosa. I was just trying to deal. And now my body was letting me know that I have to actually HEAL. I had to face everything before, during, and after the surgery. My counselor reminded me that this is a special circumstance where I can't attack my issues as I usually do-full force. Tell me what to do and I'll do it 100% NOW.

So, I'm taking it slow. I've identified triggers and am opening up about the specifics of the surgery. I am so grateful that I had help from friends and family in December, January, and February. I had no idea just how vital their compassion and help would be in my survival. I'd never had more help in my entire life. And I had no idea that I would go through some of the worst horrors I never could have even imagined the past 3 years of our financial, physical, and emotional challenges.

But, I AM learning to HEAL instead of just DEAL.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Minor brain surgery and WHY FAQ

I decided to do a basic Q&A of my Trigeminal Neuralgia and Anesthesia Dolorosa, simply because it's easier here. Several people have asked specific questions and I feel like this is the easiest way to answer. I am completely fine with questions and if you have more to ask, don't be afraid. I'm a pretty open book these days. My, how 10 diseases and adulthood makes you more open. haha

Question: What is Trigeminal Neuralgia?
The TRIGEMINAL nerve is the 5th cranial nerve that has 3 branches. It is how you feel in your teeth, lips, tongue, eyes, cheek, forehead, nose, etc. Trigeminal neuralgia (TN) is when this is damaged or compressed, then chronic pain ensues. The pain is excruciating and feels like stabbing, electric shocks, burning, crushing, exploding, or shooting pains. Often it is intermittent, but with MS can lead to more frequent attacks with less remission time between. It is one of the most painful diseases known in the medical world. Think of how sensitive your lips are, your eyes, if you've bit your tongue, or if you get a tiny particle in your eye. Magnify that by a million with hot coals, scissors, knives, fire pokers, branches, boulders, and more and it still won't touch this type of pain. ha.

It is also known as tic douloureux or "The Suicide Disease," because so many patients committed suicide before treatment was developed.

People with TN due to a compression or agitation are usually from a blood vessel or tumor pushing on the trigeminal nerve. This is much more easily treated than those with MS. MS trigeminal neuralgia actually tears away the myelin sheath which protects the nerve and actually destroys the nerve fibers, as well. This makes the communication between nerves and the brain or spinal cord less effective and to misinterpret signals as pain. (My brain actually thinks I'm being stabbed, burned, etc). This is kind of like the coating on electrical wires being exposed and misfirings, glitches, and other issues happening between the brain and nerves or spinal cord.

The neurosurgeon explained that my trigeminal nerve is very, very bad (damaged). Most people only have TN on one side of their face/head. But, my MS has destroyed both sides of my trigeminal nerves, as well as the left side of my occipital nerve. Few people also have all 3 branches of the Trigeminal nerve affected, but mine has been destroyed/damaged on all 3 branches on my right side and 2 branches on my left side. Before my surgery V1 and V3 were my worst pains and were progressively getting worse in frequency and level of pain.
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What can they do for Trigeminal Neuralgia?
Most often people simply have the tumor or blood vessel moved or blasted away, relieving the pressure. Kind of like a water hose being kinked. But, mine is like a water hose that has been torn down, holes poked all over, and lava replacing some of the water. haha. It doesn't mean mine is more painful than someone with a tumor or blood vessel but I use the simile to explain the differing issues in treating the two types of TN. I won't get into the variety of surgeries for that type of TN. (Balloon, Gama Knife, Gauze, etc). In these cases the trigeminal nerve hasn't been damaged as it is with MS. Mine, however, has been very damaged and is therefore much more difficult to treat. Often others can simply go on a medication or two (usually an antidepressant or anti-seizure medication) and it stops the pain signals from getting back to the brain. They do well. Others try medication after medication and it doesn't help. In fact, it continues to get worse. I was the latter type of patient. I've had TN for 4 years. My 3 neurologists didn't know what it was, and therefore didn't know how to help me. I also didn't have insurance for part of this time, so I just suffered through it. After I met with an incredible ophthalmologist and discovered I had OCCIPITAL neuralgia (often just a temporary issue), we finally found out that there was a name for my facial pains as well. Trigeminal neuralgia. It is often a long road to answers, just as my MS diagnosis was decades earlier. Mine was also compounded by the fact that I had lost hair over the spot that was swelling and stabbing. I had developed HYPERthyroidism after 15+ years of HYPOthyroidism (I have Hashimoto's thyroiditis-another auto-immune disorder). 

Once we got my thyroidism under control, we could focus more on the face and head pains and swellings. I tried 4 different medications but continued to get worse. At this point surgery was the next step, since medications obviously weren't cutting it. 
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For MS caused TN, I went in for RADIO FREQUENCY LESIONING (Rhizotomy). They make an incision by the mouth with a long, hollow needle and enter the brain through a small opening in the skull. They then use some heat from electrodes to cause lesions in the nerve. This numbs the nerve so that the pain signals to the brain stop temporarily. It stops temporarily because your body will try to fix the lesion (like a scab). Once you gain feeling again, the pain signals continue and you keep getting the surgery. (Usually 1-2 years but can be as soon as 6 months and as long as 3 years). Ironically, I have brain lesions which causes so much havoc on my body and do not heal. But, there is a 90% success rate with rhizotomies and much further down the road if it stops working they can do an open rhizotomy where they completely kill the nerve. It causes more problems with permanent numbness, but BELIEVE ME, it is much better than the unbearable pain. ALSO, you cannot treat both V1 and V2 or else you risk permanent cornea and other vision problems. It's simply too risky. So, the plan was for V2 and V3. But after further discussion we decided V1 and V3 because those were my worst pains. It is hardest to get to V1, but worth a try. 

What happened in your surgery? 
I wasn't supposed to remember it. They go in, make sure they got the right spot, and put you under further. The most they said before the surgery was that if they got the right spot some patients actually have a tear drop from their eye because of the pain. Or a nod or yes when you are groggy and mostly out of it. Then they know they got the right spot and use the full heat to cause the lesion AFTER you are put under completely. You don't remember it and don't feel the pain like you would when it is actually destroying the nerve fibers. (Again not fully destroying the nerve). I went right under anesthesia once I was situated on the surgical table. I was happy, jovial and optimistic and then blissfully asleep. Truly I had no worries. I was put under and they did my first branches of the trigeminal nerve lesions. I didn't remember the first two times they did it. But, I was in surgery for 2 hours. At the end as they were doing the final lesions, I woke up and felt the full effects. I was screaming, jerked my head and begged them to stop. The anesthesiologist I believe didn't give me enough towards the end. I could feel the needle in my skull, the burning, and the pain was out of this world. The anesthesiologist quickly gave me more and my body jerked more than it ever has before (I jerk a lot throughout the day because of my medications but it's mild). They quickly stopped the procedure and I continued to moan and jerk drastically. I remember them moving me from the surgical table to my rolling bed. I even asked if I needed to help move myself to the bed. (They said no and the nurses moved my body instead). They wheeled me down the hallway. They parked my bed and the nurses, anesthesiologist and neurosurgeon stood around my bed to see if I could feel and how I was doing. I kept saying, "It hurt. It hurt." The neurosurgeon asked what hurts and I clarified, "No, the SURGERY hurt. It was horrible. It hurt so bad." I was still just so awake. All of them looked at each other worried. The shock on their face was almost comical if I hadn't have been in such horrific pain. He felt my forehead to see if V1 worked and I could feel it fine. He and I realized immediately that my worst pains would stay. It didn't work. V2 and V3 did instead. I was wheeled out of surgery at 10:00 am and at 10:05 I was begging to leave, simply because I hated the experience. The pains were so severe as I was rocking back and forth holding my head that they wouldn't let me leave. They gave me pain killers that usually knock most people out. It didn't for me and the nurse said, "It seems like nothing knocks you out. Like nothing works on you." I saw others being wheeled out of surgery around me and they were groggy and totally out of it. I was jealous. In other surgeries I've had I also come out of anesthesia quicker than most patients. I think it is because I have to function at a difficult level on a daily basis. When most would lie in bed, I am up talking and walking/hobbling. However, I have NEVER been out of anesthesia while on the surgical table and so awake as I leave the room. 20 minutes after being wheeled out of surgery I left the hospital. I believed 100% that the surgery would be successful. I was shocked and depressed more than I had been before. In looking back I think I had some PTSD right after the surgery because it was so terribly traumatic and didn't go according to plan at all. I know they gave me more when I was screaming, but was forcing myself to stay awake because I was so afraid. I also am so grateful for prayers and fasting. I can't imagine if V1 had been completed. They did it 3 times and if both V1 and V2 had been lesioned, I could be permanently blind. I'll take my darkened, altered vision over permanent blindness any day!

What happened next? What is anesthesia dolorosa?  
Immediately after the surgery, most of my face and head was numb and I felt like an ice pick was being shoved down my right ear. I couldn't hear very well out of it and I still got the trigeminal attacks. My lips burned, I couldn't chew on that side or taste very much at all. My tongue was stinging, I felt like bugs were crawling under my skin by my ear, and it was a very difficult adjustment. I also got a cough either immediately after the surgery or by the morning of the next day. I was told to just take tylenol and I couldn't even take advil until 6 weeks post-op. The pain continued to spread and the numbness didn't leave. A spot by my mouth always burned with intermittent jolts of electricity. My lips always burned and when I coughed, yawned, spoke, smiled, etc, the burning increased. My tongue was almost all numb and it felt burning and stinging always. I felt like someone was constantly yanking out my teeth (lower) and I was always being kicked in my front teeth. I had to chew on my left side of my face, which was my worst trigeminal pains on that side of my face. It was like leaving the dentist with a terrorist torturing me non-stop. If I had been placed in a dark room and told I was being tortured to death I would have believed you. It was because I was the 0.8% who got anesthesia dolorosa. My brain misinterpreted the numbness as severe pain instead. So, I HAD numbness, but ALSO now had NON-STOP burning, yanking, stabbing, stinging, crushing pain ON TOP of still having trigeminal neuralgia attacks. It is EXTREMELY rare and I was one of those patients. The more I did, the worse the torture became. 

Anesthesia Dolorosa literally means painful numbness. Without doing anything I have extreme pain. But if I do anything that causes movement or any slight form of touch to that side of my face I pay dearly. Yawning, smiling, talking, laughing, eating, a fan, a very slight wind, lying down, showering, kissing, etc, causes MORE pain, burning, yanking, kicking, shocking pains. Coughing was especially difficult. With MS I had to choose daily what sacrifices I would make and pay for later in the day, week, or month on a lower level of pain, fatigue, nausea, and dizziness. Now just living was supremely painful, exhausting, depressing, dizzying and knocked me down emotionally. 

With my recent sickness (I believe I got from someone in the waiting room at the hospital, which later my husband and daughter got as well), it was an added level of torture. I tried to get into my family doctor and/or nurse practitioner. They were backed up by two weeks. I went to the Urgent Care and the doctor gave me steroids and said I had an eustachian tube dysfunction that was pretty severe. (My eustachian tube had retracted into my head and it caused an imbalance of pressure). I also had an obvious cough, but it hadn't reached my lungs yet (bronchitis). She said if I was still struggling to wait 2 weeks and then she would give me another round of steroids, even though I explained over and over that with my MS I always need multiple rounds because my body is always attacking itself and my immune system is so bad. 

Two weeks later I passed out once and had fevers, chills, and almost passed out several more times. My husband covered me with ice packs everywhere. I kept thinking I just had to hold on until I met with my neurosurgeon. I was feeling significantly better the next morning. We were regular with ice packs, it was cold outside (January), and I was about to hopefully get a new medication to take away the severity of my new pains. However, apparently I looked pretty bad. I had a fever of 102.6 (I had been much, much worse for 2 days earlier but never took my temperature), obvious infections, and the nurse, doctor, and others were very worried. He told me that I DID have anethsesia dolorosa and that they could no longer help me with surgeries. BUT, he was most worried about my current situation and sent me directly downstairs to the ER. He didn't want me to walk down with my walker (which surprised me because I was walking better that morning than I had several days before). I got a nurse, wheelchair, and ended up 12 hours in the ER. It took that long to get my fever down. They tried a spinal tap (even though I told them I always need at least X-ray and to lie down. The cocky doc didn't listen to me and failed. (More details in an earlier post).) He pushed and pulled several times and was surprised at how well I handled it all. Everywhere they looked they found infection. Because I was in so much pain I didn't know I even had pain in some parts. ha. Pneumonia, sinus infection, UTI, and possible meningitis. Because the doctor didn't listen to me, by the time they could have gotten a spinal tap with Xray the next day, I would have had SO many antibiotics in my system that it wouldn't have shown up. I stayed in the hospital for 4 days with IV antibiotics almost continuously. I struggled breathing, could only get up with a nurse to use the restroom, and was grateful that even though I'd told my mom I was fine, she came from Idaho to help. 

Once I was out of the hospital it was easier to move forward. My two neurologists met with me. This time they were worried about my depression and how severe the anesthesia dolorosa is to deal with. I was put on more medications. Both my neurosurgeon and neurologists are meeting with me much more regularly. It is a long game of try this med and hope for the best. 

How did you handle it all? How can you keep going? 
Truth be told the depression, suicidal thoughts, and anxiety were something I have never experienced to this extreme before. I have had depression and anxiety for 26+ years, but this was a level I had never known. I am grateful few people in this world will ever know it. Around November I was quite depressed over my health and financial situation. I opened up a TINY bit about it and friends came to my aid. Some friends I hadn't really been in close contact with for more than a decade. I thought I was so lost and forgotten. Even unloved. But, they helped us in more ways than I can count. All of a sudden we were able to survive December, January, and February when I had no idea how we'd make it. They lifted a burden I had carried for 3 years. They answered prayers I'd given years before and continued with each passing year causing me to question more and more. It was like I had prayers answered a few times in the years before and then all of a sudden the heavens opened up. I thought all was turning around and my surgery would be the ICING ON the cake! Little did I know that ALL of their sacrifices and assistance would actually help me to survive the worst journey and darkest depth of despair I'd ever known before. By having my financial struggles, it opened a door for angels on earth to assist me in so many ways. They all gave me something to hold on to physically when I felt like I had so little to survive on. My friends and family still are lifting me when I physically, emotionally, and at times spiritually cannot. I have developed a greater appreciation for the gospel, Priesthood, and God and Jesus, as well. My connection to my Father in Heaven and Savior have developed even more. 

I also focus more on what I CAN do instead of what I canNOT do. For example, I was thinking about how sad it was that I hadn't really sung in over a year and wasn't sure if I'll ever be able to sing again. (My trigeminal neuralgia will always be with me). Then my next thought was, "Well, I could hum along. I usually just read the words or think them, but I could do more." My daughter loves music and I used to feel awkward at church when I was the only one not singing. But, I thought...I can even hand it over to my spirit. My spirit can belt it out. I still listen to music almost daily, so it's still an influence. 

Additionally I do a worry journal, which I've done for years. I pray-A LOT. I use notebooks or texting to "talk," as well as Facebook. I'm learning sign language. My daughter and I can communicate pretty well without words. We've been able to for a long time. I'm planning a trip with a friend, whether I can make it or not. I am seeing a counselor. Sometimes it is worth it to smile, talk, laugh, and then I reach my max and stop. I keep telling myself "Every minute, every hour, turn the pain into power." I pretend like the pain is good and to accept it. It's a reminder of what I've overcome and will overcome. When I'm sad about not being able to do the most basic of things, I allow myself to feel the sorrow. But, I don't let myself stay there. When I can write and see well enough I journal. A friend is teaching me tapping and I'm learning some meditation stuff. I'm eating better (I've tried WHOLE FOOD, PLANT BASED OFF AND ON for a while. I never stick with it long enough, though. This pain a great motivator). I am much more limited by going out than I was before (which is saying a lot), but I force myself to once a week still. I find things daily to be grateful for, even if they are miniscule. A dear friend and I share our good things daily, as well as in my prayers. 

My family is my strength. My friends have been my beacon of hope. The gospel of Jesus Christ gives me eternal perspective. 

Are you getting better?
Somewhat yes, somewhat no. I'm learning that if I just sit and rest, without interacting with anything or anyone, my pains aren't as bad until the end of the day. But, it's also not much of a life. All of this is teaching me balance even more than my MS has for the last 19 years. Half of my life has been lived altered and painful. I'm on many medications, creams, and trying alternative methods to deal with it. So far everything is VERY temporary. The only thing I've found to last about 4 hours are my various anti-seizure medications. When I get off by 30 minutes, I pay so dearly. But, even with all of my medications, I still have a great deal of pain. Sometimes it comes when I do absolutely nothing. The afternoons and evenings are the worst for me. Overall I want to die less, so that is a huge improvement. It used to be that I wanted to die 98% of the day. Now I'd say I want to die 1% of every other day. Last week it was probably only a few minutes in about 5 days! The pain in general is better, I would say. I would NEVER say I'm used to it, but I am learning to live with it. So, that is a remarkable improvement. I am sleeping better. The burning in my lips is better. My nose isn't numb at all. My ears popped for 12 minutes last weekend! So, there are some obvious physical improvements. Even more than that is the emotional and spiritual improvements!

(Weeks 8&9: I itch more which is hard to deal with, but I assume it means I'm healing.)

I can literally feel prayers of others. I can feel when many people are praying for me and then when prayers of people stop or go down in number. It is kind of remarkable. When prayers are high, I feel strength to carry on and much more hope. Even when the pains are bad, I still feel like I can handle it. It's almost like physically they are there, but emotionally it isn't as bad. It's hard to explain. When the prayers go down, I feel EVERYTHING more. It pulls me down more. Last week I was feeling pretty good. This week I'm doing a bit worse. The pains, even though my meds haven't changed, are worse. I don't know if that was because I went to my brother's wedding or because my body is again adjusting to the medications. There is only so high you can go on anti-seizure meds and only so many available on the market. However, I've got 2 more weeks and then I'll be at full dose for my second anti-seizure medication. I'm hoping that I'll be even better then. 

Have you thought of/tried medical marijuana?
No, I haven't tried it. It's illegal in Kansas. Have I thought about it? Heck yeah, I have thought about a LOT of things since anesthesia dolorosa. My neurosurgeon suggested CANNABIDIOL. Cannabidiol (CBD) is NOT medical marijuana. Marijuana has many compounds but the two most common ones are THC and CBD. THC is the one that gets you high. It is a psychoactive part of marijuana. I don't want that part and my neurosurgeon agreed. I understand that for some people they do want all parts of the marijuana plant in tact and it helps them, but I personally don't want the THC for me. The CBD instead is extracted and you are left with the part that helps with pain and mood. It is NOT psychoactive, addictive, and will never get you high. Higher concentrations of CBD are available with a medical card in a few states that have passed the laws. I do not believe in recreational marijuana use. However, JUST getting CBD for my pains sounds like a 5th good option. You can get it from a HEMP plant, which IS actually different from marijuana. In fact if a marijuana plant has 0.3% or less of THC, it is reclassified as hemp. Marijuana has also been modified over the years to have a higher concentration of THC in ratio to CBD. CBD, by the way counteracts the affects of THC. A dear friend sent me an oil form of CBD, with a very low concentration (3mg mixed with olive oil per dose). I've tried a full dose and it makes me sick, but I'm thinking it's the oil. I've cut down on my oil consumption this past year and seem to get more sick when I use it. I'm looking into topical or tablets/capsules. However, when I've tried my cream or this oil rubbed on my face or gums, once it wears off (1.5 hrs), my pain is worse than when I started. So, I'm still learning how to deal with it all. For now I use half a dose (1.5 mg) twice a day just dropped into my right side of my mouth. I'm also still waiting on the machine I put on my forehead. Thankfully since Jan/Feb, I have been able to pay for all the expensive medications, creams, doctor's visits, travel expenses, and more that I would have put off just a few months ago. 

Are you going to die from any of this?
From the diseases and reactions directly, no. People don't die from MS or any of my other diseases. However, with MS, my immune system is constantly fighting itself. People die instead from infections that your body struggles fighting through most often. It is a big reason why it was so scary (which I underestimated until I spoke with the doctors later) that I had so many infections after my surgery. But, I'm good now. In the beginning of my struggles with anesthesia dolorosa I did think about death a lot. Thankfully those thoughts don't come as often. 

Is there a cure? Can you just find the right medication and then be okay from there?
No, there is no cure for any of my diseases. With anesthesia dolorosa, sadly, there is not much they can do beyond medications. And even a bit more tragic is that it often isn't enough. Since my MS seems to be continuing to attack my nerves, there is a very good possibility that I will continue to get worse. There is a very good chance that the medications will become less and less effective, as they have in the past. But, mentally I just tell myself that we will cross that road when we get there. Until now I'm just focusing on surviving. I hope someday to thrive. I'm learning balance. I'm realistic in that I most likely will not be able to have the pain completely disappear (although I'm COMPLETELY open to it and think it could be a possibility). But, I do believe that I'll be able to learn to live with this. I feel like I'm already half way there. I'm laughing more. I was afraid I wouldn't, but it is such a big part of me, that I still do. Granted, I have to force myself to stop and that has impacted how often and how big I laugh. But, I still laugh. And smile. And talk. Sort of, on most days. I believe one day there will be a cure. I am with an INCREDIBLE neurosurgeon who is brilliant and specializes in Trigeminal Neuralgia. He is so understanding, compassionate, knowledgable, and won't give up on me. I have friends and family who won't give up on me either. Most of them knew me back in my healthy days. They know I don't give up. I'm optimistic, faithful, and determined by nature. They also know I suck at asking for help or admitting my weaknesses. They've stepped up as I've fallen down. I'm learning to be more open, ask more, and share more of my weaknesses. In doing so, the blessings have touched me tremendously. 

I take these medications daily plus an oil, cream, and hopefully a few more in the very near future.


Will you always have anesthesia dolorosa?
Most likely, NO. I will always have trigeminal neuralgia with a good possibility that it will continue to get worse. There is a type of trigeminal neuralgia that is also constant pain, including the burning. But, I have the intermittent pain for now. The anesthesia dolorosa should only last as long as my body keeps the lesions. For most people that is 1-2 years. For some that is 6 months and for others it can last as long as 3 years. It is the amount of time it takes for your body to heal the lesions in the nerve. 

***UPDATE, SEPT 2017*** We HOPE the answer is NO, but I have discovered that many have anesthesia dolorosa for the rest of their lives. In fact, their AD continues to get worse and worse without options of relief. 

Why didn't the prayers and fasts work?
I'm working on a blog post specifically about prayer. ...to be continued =). Short answer: they did, but not in the way I expected. Also, people often think faith just takes into account our will, but completely discount the Lord's will. And just because the answer is "Not right now," doesn't mean it won't happen later. 

Monday, January 30, 2017

Sunshine ALL the time makes a desert

"Sunshine all the time makes a desert." -Arabian proverb

As more and more of my senses disappear and pain takes its place, I've been thinking a lot about how figuratively my senses seem to increase. I know it makes no sense, but let me explain.

The less I can physically see, the more I see of what really matters in life.
The less I can physically hear, the more I try to listen and hear from above instead of the chaos around me.
The less I can physically feel, the more I feel emotionally and spiritually (if I allow it).
The less I can physically taste, the more I re-evaluate what I take in.
The less I can smell...well, I was born without a real sense of smell. I have never smelled flowers, rain, dirt, or much of anything. But I do have a killer sense of intuition and can smell dishonesty and sneaky things pretty early on. Maybe before we came to earth I traded 3/4 of my sense of smell for an increased dose of my 6th sense.

Truth be told, the more time goes on, the more my surgery has made things worse for me. I now constantly feel like someone is kicking in my front 4 teeth and someone is yanking out my lower jaw & teeth and someone won't stop punching me in the face. Some of the burning has been replaced by stinging (tip of my tongue and a spot by my chin switches between burning, stinking, and aching). I still can't really hear out of my right ear. I struggle immensely talking, yawning, eating, etc because it increases the stabbing and burning pains. I also thought not being able to taste things very well would be great for me! I'd lose my desire to eat and lose weight. While I did cut down on things I ate, I didn't lose weight. AND lately I've wanted to eat more to try to taste more like I used to. These are new issues and not the end of the world. It's the constant pain and wondering if there is any relief on the horizon that has been the issue.

BUT, I've been TOO BLESSED TO BE STRESSED. (I'm still operating at about 98% happy 2% depressed). Anytime I feel like I have reached the pinnacle of my pain & suffering, someone lends a helping hand or words of encouragement to lead me away from the edge. It has been amazing how inspired many of my friends and family have been. They have been my sunshine in my dark, dark days.

In a few days it will be GROUNDHOG day. This is folklore that says if the sky is CLOUDY when the groundhog emerges, Spring is around the corner. However, if it is SUNNY, the groundhog sees his shadow, retreats, and Winter persists for 6 more weeks. 2-2 is the day and many people can relate more to the Movie than actually watching Punxsutawney Phil explore his world. Isn't it almost comical and twisted that if it's cloudy, good is coming soon? And if its sunny, instead of enjoying the warmth, the groundhog retreats and coldness ensues? Maybe my life is a little too much like both Punxatawney Phil and the movie, "Groundhog Day." My lessons of numbness, loss, and pain repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat...you'd think I would have learned my lessons to move on to the 3rd. haha. The 3rd of February, by the way, is the day I meet again with the neurosurgeon. I have held onto this day for almost 2 weeks now. Boy, do I have questions!!!

Growing up in the desert, I didn't thoroughly experience all 4 seasons like many others in various parts of the country do. Some plants and animals have adapted to survive in the desert, but as a whole it's dry, dirty, and not as full of life as other biomes. Sometimes we may hate the cloudy, gloomy, darkened days environmentally speaking and mentally speaking as well. BUT, because of the rain, we get growth. We appreciate the sun. The light at the end of the tunnel, in a matter of speaking, breaks through into our view. We all have seasons in our life and they will pass. Sometimes the rain lasts so much longer than we anticipated and the damage that it can cause may seem insurmountable. We may not even feel the sun or see the sun, but it is always there. 

So, for the last 2% of my struggle (which may never fully disappear, because honestly these new trials are tough). I'm going to do a 2-2 challenge for myself and invite anyone interested in increasing their joy, gratitude, and LIGHT into their lives, I'd love to walk the journey with you. 

Starting on 2-2, 2 goals for the soul til 2-22. 
Write, record, picture, whatever---2 good things that happened that day. 
Something good for the body. (Same thing for 22 days).

My dear friend, Rebecca shared, while fighting a huge battle with cancer, "TOO BLESSED to be STRESSED." Connecting with others and focusing on my many blessings has saved my life and greatly reduced my stress. I decided to take matters into my own hands and shake off the last 2%. Maybe it will work, and maybe it won't. But I've got to try to increase the light and joy in my life, since so much has been sucked out. I may not be able to do so much of what I used to do that brought me peace and joy. Snowboarding, traveling, photography, camping, swimming, humanitarian work, visiting family, throwing parties, scrapbooking, walking, or even little things like reading or writing sometimes. There may be VERY few things left in life that physically bring me joy or relief. But, I do find joy in each day. Typically it is my husband, daughter, family (parents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles), and friends. However, it is usually focused on others and rarely on me. So, I'm going to take more time to focus on not just BARELY getting by, but on filling ME up. 

I'm not going to shirk from the shadows. I'm not going to mope around in gloomy weather. 

Goals for 2-2 to 2-22: EVERY DAY:::
1) Picture or journal TWO things that reminded me of God's love or made me happy.
2) 20/20 for clearer vision: 20 minutes reading scriptures & prayer with 20 minutes of stretching or yoga or visualization depending on my strength and abilities. (I will also be fueling my body with WFPB and decreasing my refined sugar intake). 


This is my "Joy" box I've filled since college of sweet messages from friends or family.
Bring on the LIGHT, SUNSHINE, and JOY!