Day Two: Post-Clipping

Saturday arrived with an actually quiet 608 ward….at least at 1 a.m. The lady next door soon started her crying jags and feeling like people were leaving her there to day and called the head nurse a witch. Although I understand how the mental issues can effect you because I had that in 2006, it was entertaining and annoying this time when I really needed some sleep. It went on for hours.

I did get some sleep…some more pills…some more ice packs for my face, but was feeling stronger. On one of my trips to the bathroom, I sat in the chair looking out at the night lights of the Portland skyline and started working on the blog. Takes awhile to get it all out, but it’s important for me to record it and to let other’s now how the procedure went for me anyway.

Dave went home last night and called in early this morning, but the shift change had just happened and the new nurse hadn’t even had a chance to introduce herself to me yet.

I ordered a little bit more for breakfast, but OH, was it lousy. LOL Egg omelet was like two sheets of egg with some kind of cheese in it and I had one slice of toast, but kind of forgot about my jaw and had a hell of a time eating it. Fruit cup helped…and of course all of the pills.

Thankfully when Dave came he got me some good tea from the cafeteria and a chewy chocolate chip cookie. Ahhhh….

One of the neuro team visited me this morning and ran some neuro tests. Said the swelling in my face and eyes looked “great” and that it’s very normal for them to see. So I guess that’s good. He did indicate I needed to walk more. So as soon as I drank my tea, Dave and I set out for a walk again and did 7 laps. While doing the walking, the neuro dr. was also still on that floor so he was able to see me and how stable I was….even with the walker.

As we were waiting to see if I was going to order lunch, one of the PA’s from Dr. Ecker’s office visited and asked if I wanted to go home today? Well….ummm…yes, please!!! Really??? Yes! It was right around noon and I thought for sure it would take hours to get the discharge papers and everything together, but it probably took less than a half an hour.

They gave me discharge papers and scripts for the drugs I needed. I had the IV ports removed and was ready to go! Changed into my clothes (goody hospital gown!) and realized both of my feet were very swollen. I looked like crap, but my Scotland hat fit nicely over the incision at an angel and loosened up significantly.

It was also snowing significantly! Goody. We said good bye and I was wheeled out into the hallway for “pick up” to go down to the lobby. Dave went to get the car and I got shuttled down to lobby and into the car. We stopped at McDonalds for a big, fat strawberry milkshake that hit the spot perfectly and headed on our way home.

I was extremely tired by the time we got home and my face and head were burning. The nurse at hospital let me bring home my dirty ice bag, so Dave filled that up, I immediately change into my comfy thermal jammies, climbed into bed, called my mom and probably took a nice, long, much-needed four-hour nap!! Felt great. Can’t wait until I can shower on Monday.

Dave cooked me some scrambled eggs for dinner and I took my pills. So glad, and so lucky to be home. Now I just need to take care of myself and listen to my sore, aching face, head, and body. Let the recovery begin!

 

Seven Year Itch

Seven years ago last weekend, my larger 11 mm brain aneurysm ruptured. Each year I have tried to do something special to remember that day and celebrate my life. Some “celebrations” have been more elaborate than others, like treating myself to a spa day, and others have been low-key affairs mostly due to the time of year because I’m so busy at work in October.

This year proved to be one of those low-key affairs. I had been working long hours on Saturday for a few weeks, but my annie-versary this year fell on a Saturday. So, I took this day off. Then went out for dinner and a movie with my Maine Man. Nothing incredibly special, but it was a night out. I’ll take it.

However, this year, I got grumpy. Almost ticked off. Not AT anyone per say, but I’m a survivor and no one took much notice. (how were they supposed to know anyway?) I guess I need to climb mountains or run major marathons to get acknowledged, as one local woman did and received a huge article in the paper as a result.

The last few years, at our annual KAT-Walk & KARO-5K, I have met survivors who have survived multiple aneurysms and are beating the odds simply be being alive, much less driving and taking care of their children. Some have more help than others and some are dealing with more issues related to the brain aneurysm. Don’t you think they ALL need some attention and love from the state?

I guess that’s where my celebration of life turned to the dark side. A Twitter friend sent me the link to the local newpaper article. It’s a wonderful story of survival…it truly is, but it rubbed me the wrong way especially on the day of my anniversary. It had nothing to do with the fact a survivor had such a strong light shown on her, and it was truly deserved. I think it’s because I see the volunteers (ALL volunteers) put their blood, sweat, tears, and hard-earned money into publicizing our event every September and this article came out in October. September is Brain Aneurysm Awareness Month in Maine. The article would have been terrific the week prior to our walk – which is the only one of its kind here in Maine (MaineBA.org). It was all about the timing of that article that bothered me.

I don’t know what else we can do to try and get the medical community and media community involved. We’ve made them aware of the events. We’ve given them brochures to hand out. We’ve sent them to our website and Facebook page, but actually getting someone to film, write, and participate in our event and has been a huge struggle. I guess we need a celebrity…oh, wait…we’ve even tried contacting with them too! No Patrick Dempsey or Joan Benoit in our camp to help bring in coverage – just a terrific group of volunteers.

If I HAD the money, I’d name a hallway in Maine Medical Center’s 608 Neuro-ward and call it Heidi’s Hallway. I spent many hours walking that hallway….sometime’s running into the walls, somethings only making a few steps with everything that was hooked up to me. I’m one of the lucky ones, but I’m unable to get more focus on the people who have survived ruptured brain aneurysms. If I had more money, I’d sponsor a car in NASCAR for Brain Aneurysm Awareness and get to yell “Drivers, Start Your ENGINES! with a group of survivors”. If I had more money, I’d sponsor a night at a Portland Pirates game for Brain Aneurysm Awareness and have survivors come out on the field and be recognized…together as a united, strong front. If I had more money…I’d have my sister scanned to make sure she too, doesn’t have a brain aneurysm like our sister Dori had. But I don’t, I haven’t, and I’m unable to.

All I can do is continue to bring awareness to brain aneurysms without much money and support from the state or medical community, but through the kindness of family members, friends, and complete strangers who have been affected by brain aneurysms. I HOPE our efforts have helped save some lives. I HOPE other survivors see our stories…read our stories, and come to share THEIR stories with us at the KAT-Walk & KARO-5K each September. It’s all we can do with limited funding and a large group of caring volunteers here in Maine.

So, you’ll just have to forgive my selfish rant that an article wasn’t written about ME on my 7th annie-versary. I should get an award just for survivor the months of August, September and October at work. But I’ll take a quiet dinner with my Maine Man and a movie – that’s probably more than a lot of survivors get.

Stay strong, be proud of your accomplishments, and tell people your story…it could save a life and help other survivors know they’re not alone.

Just So You Know

I found this blog post to be uplifting, depressing, comforting, and profound all at the same time. I did not write it, but it was written by another brain aneurysm survivor. The blog entry was featured in the Fall issue of the Brain Aneurysm Foundation’s Newsletter, which is where I first discovered it. Robin nicely allowed me to duplicate it on my own blog for anyone else to read. It’s helpful not only to survivors, but it’s helpful to those who live and work around survivors to try and understand a little bit about what survivors go through. In some cases it’s never ending. In other cases, if they’re lucky, it’s a short recovery period. But either way….just having someone, ANYONE, validate the feelings and emotions we’re going through can have a very profound effect on your recovery. THANK YOU, Robin for saying so eloquently what many of us cannot.


This One Is For Us
written by Robin J. Reid on her blog: Faith By Fire

We, the survivors. Brain aneurysms. Those little “bubbles” that form within the arteries/vessels in our brains. Some of ours decided to burst. We then suffered what’s called a subarachnoid hemorrhage. We survived strokes, seizures, emergency (probably more often than not, since these “bubbles” usually go unnoticed until/unless they rupture) brain surgery. If we were fortunate enough, our aneurysms were caught before they could rupture. However, we are all on an uphill battle, whether we ruptured or not. We are strong. We are fighters. We are here to speak and hope that you understand what we’re trying to say. Here are some things we would like you to know.

Just because we look normal doesn’t mean we feel normal.
You can look at us from the outside, and we probably look just like your average Jane/Joe. However, if you could see our brains and had any understanding of what a normal brain looks like, you might see that in comparison, we are no longer normal. We probably sustained some damage from the stroke, and maybe even the surgery. Blood pooling in a tight space like your skull is not good for the brain. Surgery helps, but surgery in itself is also taxing on the brain and the body. Your brain controls your body, and once it’s injured, something in your body becomes injured too. No matter how normal we may seem, believe us when we say we don’t feel normal.

There is no such thing as normal.
We tire much easier than we used to. We have to avoid certain lifestyles. Sometimes we feel everything, other times we feel nothing. Things can change quickly and often. We forget words in the middle of sentences. We forget dates. Sometimes we just really don’t care, and we don’t want to pretend to care. Depending on which area of our brains we suffered the most damage, that’s where we will have the most difficulty as we try to recover some normality. Life suddenly changes to a “before” and “now” mindset. Before is before our brains decided to explode, and now is how we have to live as survivors. We know we’re “not the same,” and we don’t need your reminders. Trust us, it’s frustrating (and probably more so because it’s actually happening to us) for us, too. Please be patient and be kind with us.

Unless it’s happened to you, no, you don’t understand.
No matter how much you want to understand, you simply don’t. Accept that truth, just like we do. It doesn’t make you a bad person or any less of a person because you don’t truly “get it.” We applaud you for making attempts to understand, though, because there are plenty of people in this world who lack that sort of care for others. It isn’t that we don’t appreciate your concern, compassion, or sympathy. We find it endearing that you take the time out to really inquire as to how we’re doing, and offer a helping hand. Thank you for that. But please, do not tell us that you understand when you do not. You cannot empathize with us, because you have not walked in our shoes. However, please know we really do appreciate that you reach out to us in sincerity as we try to regain our footing in this life. Oh, and believe, we hope you never do have to truly understand what this is like. We probably wouldn’t wish it on our worst enemy.

Sometimes, we just don’t want to talk about it.
Yeah, we know “it’s crazy,” we lived it, remember? Sometimes we want to focus on other aspects of life that aren’t so depressing as “most people don’t survive something like that.” Sometimes we want to try to live now like nothing happened before. Of course, we could never actually do that, but we’d like to pretend, okay? If we want to talk about it, we will. But please don’t bombard us with questions or assume that we’ll always want our illness/injury/symptoms/story to be the topic of conversation. It gets old, fast. Trust us. So when/if you see us start to look uncomfortable because you’re broaching this life altering subject once again, to the newest person who has yet to hear our story, try to realize that you’re overstepping a boundary that we may not want to cross. We wake up everyday with a reminder of it all, we don’t want to spend each day focusing on it, but we would like to focus on how we move forward now. We’d like to live for now, but remember where we were then.

Sometimes, we will panic.
There will be times where a twinge of pain, some tingling or numbness, or just an everyday headache will send us into full on panic mode. That does not mean that we’re succumbing to fear, but it does mean that we remember where this all began, and we are hyper-vigilant of it happening again. Some of us even have PTSD from the traumatic experience of the rupture itself and the following days. We know it’s probably not as serious as the rupture was, but it does not stop us from feeling that moment of fear until we realize we’re not in a threatening situation. This usually eases up as time passes and we adapt to our new lives, but just try to understand why we are reacting this way over “just” a headache. It all started with “just” a headache, too.

Sometimes, we don’t know how to respond to “how do you feel?”
This. This has got to be the most well meaning and altogether most annoying question that we hear. Why? Because, we don’t know how we feel! Some days we feel “normal” again, like before any of this ever happened. Most days, there is always some constant reminder of what happened, you know, just in case we ever try to feel normal again. A lot of days we’re just “here.” Not feeling great, not feeling terrible, just feeling present. Some days, we honestly don’t have an answer as to how we feel. We feel blessed that we survived, but we also mourn our former lives. We feel robbed, except no one could ever quite capture the suspect, or reassure us that we would never be robbed again. We feel afraid and fearless. We feel far too old, and like a newborn. We feel strong, and weak. We feel like walking, talking, breathing, living oxymorons. We survived something meant to kill, but we’re still here pressing on. What could be more contradictory than that? We’ll probably just smile and say “I’m okay,” though. Most days we are just “okay.” That’s an okay response, too.

The level of fatigue is (literally) exhausting.
Once again, unless it’s happened to you, you don’t understand it. This is like reverting back to your infant days, except being adults, we are expected to behave accordingly. We need our naps. Even if we think we don’t need our naps, our bodies and brains need that down time. Our best chances at healing are when we aren’t having to use so much brain power to run our bodies. When does that happen? When we sleep. No, we are not being lazy. We are exhausted. Just give us time to rest our brains so we can be refreshed, and continue moving forward. Some of us might even break down into tears (I confess, this happened to me a lot in the earliest days of recovery) if we become too overwhelmed to function and cannot have that nap to recharge. Naps are crucial and welcome. At least until we figure out this how this new normal works. Even then, though, we will probably need more rest than the average person. Remember, we are running on an injured leg, here. Except it’s our brain with the injury.

Sometimes, it still stings.
No matter how far we are from when “it” happened, it still stings to think about. Many of us look in the mirror and truly wonder where we went. We aren’t as happy as we used to be, but at the same time we are much more joyous than ever before, content to just be here, to just live a simple, uncomplicated life. We wonder if we will ever “truly” live again, but we are grateful each day that we get to live because we are always aware of how quickly life almost escaped us. Those pesky barometric pressure headaches some of us have to deal with are reminders. Who needs a meteorologist when you can have brain surgery? Trust us, we can instantly tell when the pressure changes, courtesy of an intense headache. The pills, pill boxes, alarms in phones, notes scattered around the house/car/office are reminders. The incision site’s soreness and tenderness is a reminder. Whatever deficits we survived with remind us everyday of how drastically our lives changed. It still stings. We are grateful to be here, but we can’t just “let it go” that we have lived two lives (and possibly more) in one. That’s why we like to take things one day at a time. We don’t know what tomorrow holds, and we’re done with yesterday. Let us focus on here and now. Don’t inquire too much about the future, but also don’t assume that we are “over” the past because time moves on. Survivors of serious illnesses never really get “over” the illnesses that change their lives, they just learn to live for today as the blessing it is, be grateful they lived another yesterday, while hoping for a new tomorrow.

We need and cherish your support.
Seriously, thank you. Thank you for treating us as normal people, while still tending to our needs. Thank you for reminding us of just how far we’ve come, and just how strong we are on those days we seem to forget. Thank you for trying to make us laugh. Thank you for looking out for us, while not hovering over us. Thank you for driving us around when we lost our driving privileges. Thank you for offering to help in any way you can, even if we may or may not actually ask you. Thank you for your prayers. Thank you for saying you’ll be there, and actually being there. We love that. It’s so calming to know that there are people who will actually come through on the words they say. We don’t appreciate having those people who say they’ll be there, but suddenly disappear once they realize things aren’t the same. That’s okay, because surviving something so catastrophic has taught us the true value of life and life-giving relationships. If you cannot offer us that, we will feel no qualms about cutting you from our lives. No, that doesn’t make us “cold-hearted,” we just know the value of real life, and we don’t have any reason to expend precious energy on relationships that aren’t mutual or true. We need your support. We cherish your support. We value your support. For those of you who truly support us, thank you. We could not soldier on without you behind/beside us. We love you.

Thank you.

KAT-Walk and Karo-5K Run for Maine Brain Aneurysm Awareness

WHEN: Saturday, September 7, 2013
WHERE: Portland, Maine
KAT-Walk and Karo-5K for Maine Brain Aneurysm Awareness

Lace up your walking and running shoes and join us for the KAT-Walk & Karo-5K for Maine Brain Aneurysm Awareness. This annual event benefits the Brain Aneurysm Foundation in their efforts to support early detection, education, fund research and create awareness about brain aneurysms.

This year’s event will be held on Saturday, September 7th, 2013, along the Back Cove Boulevard in Portland, Maine. The event starts at 11:30 a.m. on the pathway across from the Hannaford Plaza and the walk & run will take place at 1 p.m. The whole family is invited for a leisurely walk or to enter the timed 5K run. This will be a special day to remember and honor loved ones lost to or having survived a brain aneurysm.

September is Maine Brain Aneurysm Awareness Month. Join us as we “share our tears, remember with love, walk & run to honor”those families affected by this silent killer and help save lives!

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