Showing posts with label Trigeminal Neuralgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trigeminal Neuralgia. Show all posts

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


Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Timeline of Day 1 minor brain surgery to Month 12

Timeline of Physiological & Psychological Issues after my failed minor brain surgery (Radiofrequency Lesioning of Right Trigeminal Nerve). **It is very rare to have ANESTHESIA DOLOROSA and EXTREMELY rare to have it after a Radio Frequency Lesioning surgery.**



Day 1: SURGERY

  1. Went in happy and hopeful.
  2. Woke up screaming and begging them to stop. Jerked head away, felt the needle and burning in skull and face. Monitors beeping a lot. Then closed eyes, but still could hear and talk. Nurse asked if she should help move me and I spoke up that I could move myself and started to move my body from the surgical table to the gurney. (Leg touched metal on table). Everything was silent and no body said anything for a second. Then I couldn't talk anymore and body started spasming so hard that it felt like it wanted to fold into itself. Still conscious and trying to tell them to stop this (thought they were killing me again). Took breaks off gurney, wheeled down the hallway while trying to gain ability to speak and see. Around the corner, getting better, parked gurney, opened eyes, still struggling to speak. 6 around me (3 nurses-2 of mine and 1 from before), neurosurgeon, recovery floor doc and ? (probably anesthesiologist). 10:00 a.m. Able to speak right after parked. "It hurt! It hurt!" Neurosurgeon stepped forward concerned, "What hurts?" I clarified, "No the surgery! The surgery hurt so much. You hurt me too much." Touched forehead-could feel. Surgery didn't work. Watched him walk away and others dispersed. Horrific trigeminal neuralgia attack. Crying, rocking back and forth, worried nurses, but I reassured them I was fine. It was just an attack and I wanted to go home. Gave me a pain med and nurse said, "Most people this knocks them out (puts them to sleep). But it looks like nothing works on you." Asked if I could leave and floor doc said, "No! You JUST got out of surgery." Asked again and he decided they could monitor me for 20 minutes minimum. 
  3. 10:20 started paperwork for discharge. Got husband, wheeled down to bottom floor. Left about 10:40, less than an hour out of surgery. 
  4. Ice pick being shoved down ear, less ability to hear and fullness. Bad attacks of stabbing pains all around and in eyes, cheek, mouth. New stabbing and constant burning pains in lips and injection site. Numbness all over and pain as well. Depressed. 
  5. Cough




















Week 1: Sickness + WHAT is happening to me? 

  1. Burning lips, slurred speech, can't taste much, emailed doctor and told to take aspirin. (No advil until 6 weeks post operation).
  2. Numbness-can't handle wind, touch, talking, eating on that side, or really anything. 
  3. Emailed neurosurgeon again about increasing, constant burning and pain. Told to take EXTRA strength aspirin. Severe depression. Surprised by horrific pain in same area of numbness. Confused as to whether this is just my body adjusting or the new me.
  4. Constant pain spread as well as sensation of: 
    1. Burning lips, part of tongue, below injection site, and in ear.
    2. Stinging on tip of tongue and almost no sense of taste.
    3. Front 4 teeth constantly being kicked in.
    4. Lower jaw all being ripped out continuously.
    5. Ice pick shoved down ear, pain down neck, up head, & by ear.
    6. Worsening Trigeminal Neuralgia attacks. 
    7. Still can't hear very well out of ear as well as imbalance and fullness.
    8. Constant stabbing and aching pain that is unbearable.
    9. Swelling and tightness. Feel like head is in a vice.
    10. Feels like mouth is wired shut and when I yawn, cough, smile, or move even the slightest, I'm ripping some part of my mouth and face open.
    11. Cough getting worse.
  5. Went to Urgent Care
    1. Told I have a Eustachian tube dysfunction and should get better after sickness. 
    2. Steroids for cough and swelling (no ear infection, but swelling)
    3. Told to call after 1 week if steroids aren't enough (because I explained my weak/over-achieving immune system).

Week 2: Sickness + Anesthesia Dolorosa = Slowly dying by torture
  1. Cough spreading with daughter, husband and I.  
  2. Unbearable, unrelenting pain.
  3. Severe depression. 
  4. The slightest touch, breeze, or movement is a deeper level of torture. 
  5. Feels like I'm slowly being tortured to death.
  6. Insomnia, nightmares, flashbacks. Have to pray through wake and sleep to get through.
  7. When I cry it feels like acid running down my face. But hurts too much to wipe my tears.
  8. Plan out 30 min - 1 hr for things like brushing my teeth because I cannot communicate with anyone after. 
  9. Learning sign language and using my phone or pad of paper to communicate. 
  10. Feel like I've been hit in the face with a truck and have Train-Wreck-Fatigue. Every decision I make is a balance of how much I do versus how much torture I will endure now and in the near future. 
  11. Learning to adjust in different ways: Don't go outside. Block any slight breeze or someone's breath near me. Pillows so I don't accidentally turn over in sleep. Only eat soft foods (friend brought NutriBullet). Spread out talking to 10 min three times a day unless I went out (church). 
  12. All dreams about death (and Satan laughing at me unable to talk). 
  13. Side effects of medications are bad, but pains are worse.
Week 3: Maybe something is wrong and I'm actually dying???
  1. Done with steroids and coughing worse (hasn't been a full week and still can't get in with family doctor).
  2. Simply living is severely painful. Hurts to breathe, swallow, kiss, smile, yawn, sneeze, shower, sleep, or do any things at all. 
  3. Ticks & twitches when pains are bad. Sometimes shuts my eyes and can't control it.
  4. Things I used to do to cool my body down (lessen MS symptoms) now are too much. (i.e. ice packs on chest is too much because the coolness radiating off the packs make the pains more severe). 
  5. Fever (didn't check temperature, but I passed out a few times. Husband caught me and covered me in ice packs so I could sleep. He thought it was my regular MS stuff plus my added sickness. He had a feeling we should go to the hospital but I told him I was fine and we would wait for when I had my 2 week follow up with the neurosurgeon. I also had a thought that I should go to the hospital and felt like I was almost dying. But I didn't care.)
  6. 2.5 weeks post operation met with neurosurgeon. Feeling better than I had the 2 days before. (Not too hot, could walk, could talk a little (tons of pain), and not passing out). 


    • Neurosurgeon kept repeating, "Your nerve was so bad! Your trigeminal nerve was so, so, so damaged. It was just so bad." 
    • Showed paper of pains and he confirmed, "You have ANESTHESIA DOLOROSA and there are no more surgeries we can do to help you. Nothing more I can do for you." {This was supposed to be the first of THREE surgeries}.
    • My fever was almost 103, checked my ear and thought an infection could be happening behind the ear. Sent to ER downstairs (wheelchair and attendant came to get me). 
    • In ER for 12 hours. Found pneumonia, UTI, sinus infection, and possible meningitis. Cocky doctor in training wouldn't listen to me. Pushed and pulled several times for lumbar puncture. Unsuccessful (but kept saying how well I was handling it. 6th spinal tap = not that big of a deal). Had already been on IV antibiotics and by the time they could now do Xray lumbar puncture, I would have had them in my system so long it may not show up. Also treatment is the same for meningitis as it is for my other infections. 
    • Admitted for 4 days. Told my mom I was fine (ER), but she came from Idaho to help. Good thing too, because Mike had walking pneumonia and intensive school he couldn't miss.

Week 4: Thank you Hospital and Mom and Friends and Family!


  1.  Still fighting pneumonia. Visited with 2 neurologists and put on new anti seizure medication. 2nd neurologist said, "You know, we can't take away all of your pains." {DUH! I just want to be able to eat without a million knives, battery acid, sledge hammers, ice picks, fire pokers, grills, electrocution, and root canals on half my face being constantly administered. I'd take 1,000 knives, hammers, picks, pokers, grills and electrocuting shocks even. The first neurologist really does understand trigeminal neuralgia. My last 3 neurologists had no clue what it was, nor did they get the severity of pain. I have pushed through an incredible amount of pain in the past 19 years. Half of my life. None of it compares to this, especially anesthesia dolorosa.}
  2. Mom helped and messages of hope and love buoyed me up. I still wanted to die, but there were breaks where I didn't. 
  3. Slept sitting up for almost a month after leaving the hospital. Reduction in sinus infection (couldn't even feel, thought it was all AD) and coughing helped. Still a great deal of pain.
Month 2: I think I can, I think I can...
  1. Hard to imagine living this way, but maybe it is possible to survive.
  2. End of the month the pains are getting a bit better until visit to Utah.

 Month 3/End of Month 2: Mawwwige. It's what bwings us togever

  1. Visited Utah for brother's wedding. More pain, stabbing, twitching, aching, increased ear pain. Ears popped for a few minutes on plane. Hurt more on the way back. Went back to pressure, pain, and not able to hear as well. More feelings of bugs under my skin or hair on certain parts that won't go away. Night time is worst. Regressing.
  2. Trying different times of day to spread out many different medications.
Month 4: Baby steps!
  1. Lips on fire has decreased (still always burn, but less severe)
  2. Crying no longer feels like acid running down my face. 
  3. Tips of back two teeth I can feel some (one top, one bottom)
  4. Less burning on part by mouth (between chin and injection site), but now feels like bugs crawling under my skin or a hair is stuck. ? healing ?
  5. I cry out or moan a lot less (night time is still somewhat unbearable). Better able to hide my pains. Twitch and wince less. Careful about talking/laughing/smiling. 
  6. Started with chiropractor and massage therapist.
  7. PTSD coming up (Xray for chiro)
  8. Some depression lessening.
Month 5: Is that SUN I see?
  1. MINIMAL pains in morning. Sleep is vital and somewhat better. 
  2. Part by ear gets cold now when I drink something cool. (more cold there than in my mouth)
  3. After 5 or 6 pm the unbearable levels return. (Root canals on 10 teeth, wretched ice pick in ear and down neck, always need to "pop" my ear, trouble hearing, bugs under skin, unquenchable fire with knives and electric bolts.)
  4. Thyroid the most inflamed it's EVER been and has attached to surrounding tissues. Increased selenium. Nodules stabilized. Monitored regularly, but no regular biopsy needed for now. (Swallowing still an issue, but not as bad)
  5. I can talk a little more!!!
  6. Feeling more okay about living. 
Month 6: I can DEFINITELY do this. Halle-FREAKIN-lujah! 
  1. Part by my ear still gets a bit cool when I drink, but not AS cold!!! 
  2. Ear finally popped. I can hear, but I cannot hear as well as I could before the surgery. New me?
  3. Sleeping better (still pain).
  4. Continuing with massage therapist and chiropractor. 
  5. Mornings are actually decent!!! Able to drive to my appointments sometimes!!!

Month 7: Pain, Pain GO AWAY, never come back another day!
  1. Pains returning too much. Much like month 3 or month 2 minus the acute illnesses. (Had the beginning of a sinus infection, but was thankfully wiped out quickly). 
  2. Shaking a lot more
  3. Increased anti-seizure med with side effects (off balance, bad vertigo/dizziness, worse fatigue, incredible nausea at night, and more depression), but NOT the relief from pain. 
  4. As nerves heal, MORE pain is returning. Feels like 1/2 my nose is broken and when I brush my back teeth it feels like scraping exposed nerves.
  5. More trouble swallowing. Clearing throat all the time (narrowed breathing). Feel like I'm eating and swallowing rocks.
  6. Body pillow to train body to sleep on back. (Formed issues because I can't change to right side like I used to (right hip, left shoulder).
  7. Short sinus infection.
Month 8: Bless you and curse you anti-seizure meds! Intolerance
  1. We had to increase one anti-seizure medication and I'm feeling all the negative side effects without the benefit of reduced pain levels. Struggling more and more. 
  2. Constant feeling that my mouth is wired shut, my head is in a vice, ice pick in ear, swallowing rocks (and some that won't leave), elephant sitting on half my face, 1/2 broken nose is more annoying, swelling on both sides of face under my eye, when I yawn it feels like half my face is splitting open. Stronger sensation of jaw yanked out, root canals on half my teeth, kicked in front teeth. Can't easily drink cold anymore. Returning to eating softer foods most of the day. 
  3. Severe nausea and dizziness has greatly increased. Vision darker. Anxiety and depression worse (situational most likely, although I do wonder about the increase in Carbamazepine). Worsening memory (names, word choice) and off balance.
  4. Can't feel feet for 7 days or hands for 2 after walking to get daughter from bus stop. Also stressed with husband's surgery. Pains worse.

Month 9: Surgery, surgery, I hate surgery
  1. Fatigue, anxiety, stress heightened as Mike tries to recoup from his surgery. He is not recovering as expected. 
  2. Started to get more energy. I was careful in how I used my time and energy. Weather starting to cool off, making it a tad easier to move. 
  3. Side effects of memory worse, but other side effects seem to be lessening slightly. 
  4. Partial feeling returning to severe burning section by mouth/chin/inscision site, as well as two back teeth. 
Month 10: Sugar anyone? Surgery #2, please!
  1. Eating sugar to the extreme. But, fun parties for my daughter and all the planning and exertion were worth it. My body was angry, but emotionally it was nice to have a tiny, tiny portion of my old self back (planning parties is def one of my "things"). 
  2. Feeling back in two teeth. Feels like I'm constantly eating rocks (that limbo stage when you've visited the doctor and are only getting back a tiny bit of feeling, and everything feels exaggerated and harder/bigger than normal...but this is worse than that. ha)
  3. Fall or Autumn lasted about a week. It was glorious as long as the wind wasn't blowing. The cold, however, aggravates my ear pains (ice pick shoved down ear). Winter is basically here and while it used to be great for my MS, it is making AD/GN/TN/ON worse.
  4. My left side pains are breaking through my anti-seizure meds and it worries me that my MS is eating away more of that trigeminal nerve. =( Often left side is worse than right side with TN specifically.
  5. I wake up every morning (and in the night) with really bad pains in my left ear-especially behind just like my right ear after the surgery. Ask neurosurgeon- GENICULATE NEURALGIA OR NERVUS INTERMEDIUS NEURALGIA. This is even more rare that TN or AD. Not even figures for how RARE this is! Yes, I have it. 
  6. Met with endocrinologist. Each time I met with endocrinologists last year my thyroid kept growing. Cut my thyroid meds in half when I was eating WFPB because I went HYPERthyroid instead of HYPOthyroid for about 2 decades. Visit in March 2017, said thyroid was the biggest it had been and was now attaching to surrounding tissues. All they could do was high doses of selenium. Now even bigger issues (compound issues- trouble breathing and swallowing, sometimes hoarse voice, always feel like rock is in my throat won't go away- issue for a year, but much worse the last 3 months. I thought it was due to my surgery. No, two separate issues). Talked for 5 min with endo because she HIGHLYYYYY recommended I have surgery to remove my thyroid. Doesn't recommend very often, but my compression issues are too bad. Cut out gluten and dairy (inflammatory, as is refined sugar). 
  7. I'm getting awesome at not flinching and breathing through the pain. For the most part the AD pains are bearable. It's the TN that comes out of the blue or the GN that are tougher. Still WAY better than the first few months after the surgery. 

Month 11: 
  1. FIRST day of month 11 and a part of my tongue isn't numb. I was able to taste something spicy on the right side of my mouth! I even chewed a tiny bit on that side. Still exposed nerve feeling on teeth that have feeling back. I even caught the taste of the nasty anti-seizure med that got lodged down in the gums on that side. I could feel it sort of! So a part of my gum is coming back too. Still can't taste very well, but I never really have been able to...so, not that big of a deal. 
  2. MS relapse (Cognitive issues the worst)
Month 12: 
  1. Small part of my cheek is not numb. The severe feeling of exposed nerves on back two teeth is better.
  2. More used to feeling of bugs crawling under my skin by my ear and mouth/incision site. 
  3. Smells for the first time in life?!?
  4. Sleeping schedule all over the place
  5. 3 times part of my shower I didn't even think about it. Didn't have to concentrate so hard on getting through it.
  6. Cold/Flu, asthma worse but not nearly as bad as daughter and husband's sicknesses. (I didn't get their versions and was the LAST to get the sicknesses instead of the FIRST).
  7. Geniculate neuralgia isn't just because of the cold. I learned it is the drastic change in air pressure and temperature change that really increases the severity and frequency of pain.

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Saturday, September 2, 2017

Saturday Song*Spiration *STITCHES*

While I haven't been able to really sing for a year, I still love music. I listen to it almost daily and especially have grown to love music videos. I am particularly drawn to certain ones that better emulate the emotions or experiences of my new life.

I LOVE Shawn Mendes' STITCHES video!! Love, love, love. I try to explain how I feel with Trigeminal Neuralgia, my surgery, and Anesthesia Dolorosa, but I know it all gets jumbled. I'm a visual learner so I like how his video shows the invisible aspect of the torturous assaults to my body.

TRIGEMINAL NEURALGIA (and OCCIPITAL) with the invisible punches. 
ANESTHESIA DOLOROSA with the slamming of his face into a car window. (Except imagine it's happening over and over and over, along with a blow torch, battery acid, knives, sledge hammer, bugs, and an evil dentist with his torture devices. haha)

The part where he is dragged back to the car to have his face smashed in reminds me SO much of being wheeled down the hallway after waking up in surgery. I could hear everything and was completely aware, but I had to work hard to open my eyes and mouth. It was after these movements and moments that the anesthesia dolorosa hit me. Over and over. "Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head" makes me think of waking up on the surgical table feeling the needle and burning in my face and skull. I jerked my head and screamed for them to stop. I felt the needle come out and yet felt the sensation as if it was still in. But the lasting effects that stayed with me are the true torture. Gotta get it out of my head in more than just a literal sense of the statement. My husband goes in for surgery in about a week and my PTSD is rearing its ugly head. Thankfully I'm working through it and feel better prepared. (ish)

The message itself may not be specifically relatable to my situation, but the visual is poignant. I also love some of the lines. OH how applicable! {I substituted Trigeminal Neuralgia (TN), Anesthesia Dolorosa (AD), my surgery, hope of relief, and other aspects of my struggles into parts of his lyrics that fit me better}.

"I thought that I've been hurt before {TN, ON, MS, Fibromyalgia, labor for 6 days, gall bladder, cysts on ovaries bursting, arm broken at 10 yrs old with 2 nurses who broke it back into place and then breaking again later that year, concussion, serotonin syndrome, car accident, and emotional pain all pale in comparison to AD}
But {nothing's} ever left me quite this sore
Your {surgery} cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
Got a feeling that I'm going under {after I woke up they tried to put me under, but I could still talk. After I spoke up and started moving myself from the surgical table to the gurney, they put me under more. I fought to open my eyes and mouth and was able to do so in a short amount of time. They tried another medication but I didn't go under at all}
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my {hope}
Move on
You watch me {cry} until I can't breathe
I'm shaking falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your {relief}
I'll be needing stitches {figurative}
I'm tripping over myself
I'm aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your {relief}
I'll be needing stitches
Just like a moth drawn to a flame {all my attempts to deal with Trigeminal Neuralgia}
Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch {suicidal, working SO hard to stay alive and find happiness}
Now I'm gonna reap what I sew
I'm left seeing red on my own
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my {hope}
Move on
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread...
Gonna wind up dead...
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Get you out of my head
You watch me {cry} until I can't breathe
I'm shaking falling onto my knees 
And now that I'm without your {relief}
I'll be needing stitches {figurative
I'm tripping over myself
I'm aching begging you to come help 

And now that I'm without your {
hope}
I'll be needing stitches {figurative}

At the end, I LOVE how he washes off his scars, blood, and pain and looks up with a healed face. Scars gone. I feel like that will be me at the resurrection. Healed. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbfpW0pbvaU

I may be struggling more these days as my body has built up a tolerance to my medications. But I've decided to document the things I'm feeling and what I've experienced to look back on. I am still doing much better than I was the first 2 months after my surgery.

I view my "stitches" as the gifts, cards, messages, texts, comments here, and love that you all have given me. I have not found hope in the medical world lately. My last several doctors' visits left me with little hope. They don't have much more they can do and simple comments of, "We HOPE it goes away or lessens," and "Sorry I can't do much of anything to help," left me a tad empty. But, thankfully it's not all I've put my hope into. <3 <3 <3




Tuesday, August 29, 2017

I've never smelled a rose

The idiom, "Stop and smell the roses," has always been lost on me.

I was born without a real sense of smell. I used to joke that my Mom had an amazing sniffer and a horrible memory while my Dad had a horrible sense of smell and an amazing memory. I got jipped because I got the bad nose and the bad memory.

I didn't realize how many things smelled until I lived with a roommate who commented on smells she loved. Most people don't talk about their love for so many smells.
Rain smells?
Dirt and grass? Are they good or bad smells?
Skunks and Tuna Fish doNOT smell the same to everyone? (They do to my dad and me. I only know it is a skunk if I'm on the road and tuna fish is in the kitchen. If there was ever a skunk in a kitchen, it would entirely throw me off).

Flowers, however, I knew smelled. I've just never smelled one. Sometimes I ask people to describe smells, but usually it just falls flat. I'm okay with it because I've never known anything different.

Some say it's a blessing and others call it a curse. Some may add it to my list of disabilities. I just call it a lack of whiff-ability. However, apparently there is a legitimate medical term for being born without a real sense of smell. A sickness led me to a fantastic ENT (and office staff) who led me to the real term:

Congenital Anosmia

{Side note: Now that my face has changed, it's harder for me to feel how much my sinus infections have progressed. Recently I could feel a sinus infection coming on and unsuccessfully tried getting in with my family doctor. I didn't want it to progress quickly and follow the same path of Urgent Care doctor--> minimal prescription--> "wait a week"--> admitted to the hospital with a failed lumbar puncture and 4 days of IV steroids/antibiotics, like last time. The increase in pressure is also much harder on me with anesthesia dolorosa. Thankfully, I got in with a wonderful ENT (and amazing nurses/assistants) and got it cleared up quickly. My first visit was a bit of a blur. I had flashbacks from waking up in my surgery because I did a CT scan before I met with the doctor. I cried silently and swiftly wiped away my tears. But I couldn't stop shaking. It was hard to focus on the doctor. He showed me I have a deviated septum and even though he didn't mention surgery at all, my mind immediately went there. Nooooo. I also mentioned that I didn't hear as well out of my right ear after my surgery. I didn't delve into the details, because honestly I just wanted to leave the office (PTSD).

Immediately after my minor brain surgery I felt like an ice pick was being shoved down my ear. I couldn't hear as well and always felt like I needed to pop my ear. When I'd visited the Urgent Care for my cough, the week after surgery, she mentioned that I had a Eustachian tube dysfunction and it should return to normal after my sickness passed. (The next week I had developed pneumonia, UTI, and a sinus infection, which led me to a relaxing, extended stay at the KU hospital. At the time I only knew I had a cough and couldn't tell the other infections spread. I get sinus infections several times every year, but all I knew after the surgery was that I coughed and passed out a few times. Oh, and I was slowly being tortured to death. But the regular ol' sinus infection wasn't anywhere near my radar).

My sickness passed, but the need to pop my ear lasted for about 6 months. (It popped for a minute or two on the airplane in March, but didn't last). In that amount of time my hearing has come back, but not fully. I worry with MS exacerbations that new issues become permanent disabilities. I always have buzzing/ringing in my ears (19 years) and when my MS gets worse, my hearing can come and go or the ringing increases significantly in either ear. However, since my surgery it is primarily in my right ear.

Thankfully my incredible ENT scheduled a hearing test and a follow up. Even though I struggled a bit, it was nothing compared to the first visit. I met some awesome workers and found that my left ear is EXCEPTIONAL and my right ear is VERY GOOD. Both are in great range, but my right is slightly less perceptive. My right ear used to be my better ear, but because of my MS and worse neuralgia on that side, it is the one that reacts worse. My pains have simply increased and it's just a small part of it all. Nevertheless, I found out my deviated septum is not significant, it isn't related to my lack of smell, and there's a name for my sad lil sniffer.}

Are side notes allowed to be that LOOOONG?


Lately I've been a bit obsessed with BUTTERFLIES. I've joked that I'm in my cocoon phase. I started as more of a caterpillar. Too many rolls and at first glance it looks like I have a few too many legs (with my walker). And then my failed little surgery put me in a dark place with a whole lot of transformation. I haven't escaped yet or risen in the least. But, I like the idea that I can morph into something beautiful. Eventually.

I can't smell the roses and I've been forced to STOP more times than I'd like to count. But at least I can look for the roses and find the incredible creatures God had created as a reminder that darkness lifts, beauty prevails, and we will eventually rise.



Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.      
Nathaniel Hawthorne

Adding wings to caterpillars does not create butterflies, it creates awkward and dysfunctional caterpillars. Butterflies are created through transformation. 

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Can I have FAITH and NOT be healed? Does God still LOVE me?

I'm not one of those people who thinks you have to say *just* the right thing to me. If your words tumble out in an awkward mess about my suffering or diseases, I'm just happy you thought of me. Some people have said some crazy things to me regarding my Anesthesia Dolorosa, but I know their intentions are wonderful. Plus, I forget things like you wouldn't believe and words squirt out of my mouth faster than I can suck them back in. I fumble, jumble, grumble and bumble. It takes a lot to offend me and heck, I might even forget it entirely. So never worry about saying or asking the right/wrong thing. I'm an open book these days with thick skin if you don't count the right side of my face and head. haha

But one woman's words struck me to the core of my soul and rattled me weak and broken. She had the BEST intentions in the world. (I have NO bad feelings towards her, btw--> not now and not then).

She and another gal were visiting me even though she knew I was struggling talking. They brought us yummy food and talked for a bit. The woman's first language was not English, so I wasn't sure if she quite understood everything in my situation. She did, to an extent, because she too had Trigeminal Neuralgia. Her story was much shorter than mine and was like most wherein she visited with a neurologist once and was put on 1-2 anti-seizure medications and has had no problems since. She pulled out her two prescription bottles. I had to tell her 3 times that I had tried one of them but my body rejected it and the other one I was currently on (at a much higher dose and several others). I explained that I'm glad her neurologist was good, but I already had TWO neurologists AND a neurosurgeon. (Many people don't understand that what I have is 100000000000000000000000000 times worse than TN-the suicide disease). I love connecting with others who have one of my many diseases-there's a sisterhood in finding someone who has dealt with some of the same pains and struggles. I cried a little but told her how grateful I was that she found relief and was one of those who doesn't have to suffer anymore. She recommended I pray.

The part that struck my heart like a machete, Thor's hammer, the black plague, and a harpoon was when she said, "I asked my husband WHY did I get this miracle? Why was it all taken away? I thought I was going to die and now I don't." Her husband said, "You got a miracle because God loves you."

"...because God LOVES YOU."

I couldn't hold back my tears, but hugged, said good-bye, and sucked in my breath in hopes of keeping the floodgates in until they reached their car. I felt like my breath had been taken away and replaced with rancid poison. (Can poison become rancid?)

I crumbled to the floor and sobbed, bawled, screamed, and howled all at once. I banged my fists against my tingly, weak legs and didn't care how many knives, electric bolts, bugs, punches, scorpion stings, burning, or pounding happened in my face or head. I already wanted to die every minute of every day. Why in the world would it be so in my face (pun intended) that I wasn't healed?

There are very few times in my life that I have grieved so harshly and loudly. Usually my jerk reaction is to numb myself with chocolate, a movie, or sleep until I could regain my composure/strength. This time, though, I went to the scriptures. I read over and over about Christ begging God if there was any other way. He asked 3 times.

Some people have told me that I don't have enough faith or I'm not thinking positively enough. Now, I'm not equating my struggle to Christ's because I know it PALES in comparison. But, Christ fell on his face and pled with his Father in Heaven for relief. And He did not get it. Instead he suffered even MORE. I looked up the apostle Paul (Saul) and his "thorn" in his flesh that would not depart despite his pleas 3 times. He continued on ward despite being imprisoned 2 times, ship wrecked 3 times, stoned, 5 times whipped with 39 stripes, 3 times beaten by rods, faced robbers & conniving people, suffered hunger, thirst, homelessness, sleeplessness, cold, and eventually martyred.

Was God's response cruel? Did He not love Paul or Christ or anyone else who has begged and pleaded and NOT been healed? Did God abandon those who suffered endlessly and only visit those he loved (as evidenced by their 'thorns' or diseases being taken away)? Should any of them have prayed MORE? (**Three is symbolic Biblically as WHOLE or COMPLETE. Often times it is used as a figurative number instead of a literal number. It may literally have been 3 times, but it may have been many more than that. 3 decades? 3 stages of rising and falling hope? Hope, crushed hope, rising hope, shattered hope, baby-step hope, asteroid fallen hope? 3 missions? 3 parts of the night? Either way, I don't know for sure.**)

God said, "My GRACE is sufficient for thee" (I feel like a failure mom and wife at times. But if I keep God as my companion, His grace will make up the difference. As all 3 of us raise my daughter (husband, me, and God), she will become her best self. I don't have to do it all on my own.)

He continued, "My strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am WEAK, then am I STRONG."

I never understood this like I did that day on my knees. First I feel in utter and complete sorrow crushed by the weight of my burdens. Next I prayed, read, prayed, and read until I understood that God DOES love me EVEN when he does NOT heal me.

I am the WEAKEST I have ever been in my life. I was the weakest physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. And yet these incessant pains are teaching me a lot about myself, my strength, and God's power. I'm learning that I HAVE to take time for myself and heal instead of just deal. I cannot run faster than I'm able. (Ahem, I haven't been able to run for 19 years or half of my life, but you get the sentiment). I'm talking to God even more than I ever have before. I've had a very close relationship with God and Christ from a VERY young age. But, this depth of pain has also brought about a depth of closeness and connection that I haven't had before. While I do NOT rejoice in this AT ALL-bless your heart Paul-I do rejoice in the connections I've made with friends, family, and my Father in Heaven.

I still have pains each day that are unbearable. I still have nightmares or PTSD triggers from waking up in my little brain surgery. I still can't do many things without pain. I still mourn the days when I could talk, laugh, and smile whenever and however much I wanted to. Whether I was in a bed, wheelchair, country across the world from my home, or mountain top--->I miss that. Truthfully I may never (in this life) be able to talk, eat, sing, laugh, smile, brush my teeth, shower, etc without paying for it and being forced to stop. But, for better or for worse my pains are reminding me to turn PAIN into POWER and to really look to who has ALL POWER. And that is becoming a strength in my weakness.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

I have a new SUPER POWER!

I don't mean to brag or anything, but I have a new super power. You know how super heroes often gain their powers through a freak accident? Yeah, that's pretty much me.

What is my magnificent power, you ask??

-->I can tell time withOUT a watch or being outside!<--

Okay, so I can only tell time with 6 pm and 9 pm., but I can still tell you when 6 or 9 are near. I could be in a movie theater or a bunker and every single day I could tell you when it's getting close to 6 or 9 p.m.

Bam.

Mind blown? (haha-pun intended)

I mean, don't be jealous or anything, but it's a new thing I can do. My husband says if he ever becomes a super hero his special gift will be that he can see the color orange REALLY well. I mean, all shades of orange with exquisite clarity. Pretty sure we'd be a powerhouse couple. Not quite sure which villain we could conquer but I'm almost positive it will be epic. ish.

It's been 15 weeks since my failed little brain surgery. You know how you start counting babies' lives in days, then weeks, then months...and then years? I'm still at the counting-by-weeks stage of counting the successes and changes, but I'm close to counting by months. I'm continually learning new limitations and every time I think I've figured out the right medication, sleep, talking, outside time, & rest schedules, I get hit with a whammy of a day and have to re-evaluate. With MS I had to do this a lot, but there are a lot more components this time. I may do well with 10 hours of sleep, smile only 5 times, talk 10 minutes spaced through the day, scratch my itchy face 3 times, space out when I shower and brush my teeth, take my meds 6 times a day on the dot, but get up and down too much and pay for it dearly.

But, I'm learning and repeat constantly, turn pain into POWER.

Here are the things that are changing/improving (as long as I don't do too much, make sure to sleep enough, and stay up on my anti seizure meds):


  • I have minimal pains in the morning until 10 a.m. Depending on what I did the day (or 3 days before), I can even have minimal pains until 11 a.m. Sleep is a huge deal. 
  • I still have that spot by my right temple that gets super cold whenever I drink or eat something cold, even mildly cold. Sometimes I do it just to remind myself that it's healing. It may be healing in a very odd way, but it's changing.
  • I still always feel like I need root canals on 8-10 of my teeth, have a horrible ear infection, always need to 'pop' my right ear, sensation of bugs crawling under my skin, and am in an unquenchable fire with knives and electric bolts...but I'm not as bad until about 5 pm. The intensity is usually bearable, depending on what I've done. I actually feel like I can live this way until evening time hits. Then this Cinderella turns into a pumpkin. Stroke o' 6!
  • My thyroid was the most inflamed it's ever been and had attached to surrounding tissues. Thankfully my nodules (growths) have stabilized some. ...so, I don't have to have another biopsy for now. =) WHOOP. WHOOP! Swallowing and pain are still an issue, but it's improving some.
  • I can talk some at night now. FOR REALS. I still have to be super careful and if I talked too much in the day, then I can't much. My husband and daughter have learned some sign language and we use my notebook less. 
  • I have been able to drive to some appointments on my own. Bless this weather and modern medicine. (And your prayers)
  • My pains get quite bad around 6 and 9 and I can't seem to get my anti seizure meds strong enough or early enough to stop it before it's bad. But, I can live with it. We are now at the point (between my neurosurgeon, 2 neurologists, and I) where we are staying at the doses of all medications. My neurosurgeon also went into more detail of just how RARE it is that I have anesthesia dolorosa after this particular surgery. The 0.8% AD, I mentioned before, is usually with the surgeries where they completely kill the nerve. Go figure my body is THAT sensitive and RARE. He didn't have figures on how many actually develop AD with radio frequency lesioning of the TN, but I'm the first he's ever known. I feel like I should have earned a sticker or a sucker for my good behavior and survival, but instead he walked out with my old CBD spray bottle. =) He has recommended CBD to several, but I'm the first to follow through and experiment with various brands and types. So he was really grateful to have my information and recommendations. 


I think the BIGGEST improvement or 'blessing' of anesthesia dolorosa is that I am learning what works and what doesn't. I'm learning even more than ever before what my body needs and my motivation has never been higher to do what is best for my body. Before there were so many factors that came into play when I tried something new. (Medication, alternative approach, schedule, positive thinking, etc). It's easier for someone to say they cured MS, headaches/migraines, fatigue, weakness, colds, pain, etc. with this or that. Double blind studies on lifestyle changes aren't found too often for a variety of reasons. Many people shout claims of cures purely on anecdotal evidence, especially when it comes to my various diseases. But, I can tell you if something works or not based on how bad the electric jolts buckle my body in half.

I have found these things help the absolute most (physically speaking and in this order):

  1. Anti seizure medications
  2. Priesthood and Prayers
  3. CBD (spray with peppermint)
  4. Massages, chiropractor, and other stress reducing practices
  5. Counseling/Meditation/Tapping/Alternative stuff
I am not to the point of saying I'm GRATEFUL for anesthesia dolorosa and Occipital and Trigeminal neuralgia. NOT YET. BUT, I am grateful for what it's teaching me. I am putting my health as top priority and doing all I can to make the pains lessen. EVERYTHING!!! Before when I just had my 7 diseases (MS specifically), if I got less sleep, was up and down too much, or got too hot, I'd pay for it. But, it wasn't earth shattering every day. I would get extreme fatigue, nausea, dizziness, loss of vision, hearing, diarrhea, and weakness, but I had learned to deal with that. My health was a priority, but not top. I have always tried to push myself past the point of exhaustion. Now I'm so desperate that I have so little desire to do things that aren't great for my body. If I get too little sleep, I pay for it so severely that I commit to not let that happen again. I used to worry about everyone else's comfort before my own-even strangers. Now I'm learning to do what is best for me apologetically. I guess if you want a cure for being a people pleaser, I found a solution. Step one-wake up in the middle of a minimally invasive brain surgery; #2-get your brain to not understand numbness and lesions in the nerves. #3-you might be cured. haha. OR just learn from me that while you shouldn't toss your kids and hubs to the wayside, you should put your health as a priority. Especially before you get to a point of no return. 

ONE day 
OR 
DAY one

You decide.

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.