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!

For more information:
VISIT: MaineBA.org  |  LIKE: on Facebook  |  FOLLOW: on Twitter

The Tin

Last year before Dave and I left for England and eventually Scotland, my sister Dori sent me a very colorful little metal tin in the mail. Inside it was a wonderful note and two $50 bills for me to spend. I did take those $50 bills with me and I did spend them. Unfortunately, I was unable to tell her what I bought because she suffered a ruptured brain aneurysm while we were in London. We cut our trip short to rush back home to be with her. She never woke up.

So, it was with a heavy heart, but very fond memories that I actually took the tin Dori sent me to Scotland with us last month and I picked up some pieces of Scotland to put into the tin in her honor and bring them back. Once I told Helen about this, she was terrific in picking up some small things for me to include as mementos.

Silve Sands of MorarWe gathered some small seashells and one connected shell that won’t fit in the tin, but it survived the flight and has a place of honor. Helen picked up a sort of pussy willow and a tiny blue flower that didn’t do so well on the trip, but it’s included. I also brought home some of the pretty white sand from the Silver Sands of Morar.

Dori's' TinI’m not sure why I did it, but I just felt it was a way to have Dori with me on the trip and to bring her back some kind of souvenir. However silly it may seem to others, it had great meaning to me and I’m really glad I have those with me now in that colorful tin that Dori took the time, when she was battling back surgery and in great pain, to send me.

Dance For Awareness

The Dance for Brain Aneurysm Awareness event was held last Saturday at the Legion in Westbrook, Maine. Over 200 people attended and it’s believed over $4,000 was raised. It was the first event of this type that the Maine Brain Aneurysm Awareness group has held, and by all accounts, it was a success!

Dave and I arrived early to help set up. One of the nice things about this indoor event was we didn’t have to deal with gusty winds like we do at the walk/run in September. It was a joy to not have to weight everything down and set up tents to protect us from the elements. As a result, setup went fairly quickly.

What took more time was setting up all of the wonderful items that were collected for the Chinese and Silent auctions. Some truly wonderful gift baskets, artwork, and gift cards made for some interesting bidding wars throughout the evening. I won a beautiful painting of a door with two plantings on either side of the entrance. It spoke to me when I first saw it.

Our DJ, Gloria played and sang music from many eras and genres. She pretty much had something for everyone to dance to. Once the lights were turned down, many people took to the floor and boogied. Since I was suffering from pleurisy, I was showing restraint and only did two slow dances with Dave all night. That was about my speed. LOL

The date for the dance was set based on the birthdays of Kim Tudor (Dave’s niece) and Karolina Kurka. Last weekend just happen to fall in between both their birthdays, so it seemed an appropriate time to honor them both, as well as bring to light more awareness and understanding of brain aneurysms, and hopefully help any other families in the area who may have been touched by aneurysms. A few new people did show up and some members of the medical community came, which was truly wonderful!

As Kim’s mother had a difficult time with this event being held so close to Kim’s birthday, I was reminded of how fresh and painful these types of losses can be. The anniversary of my sister’s death is looming ever closer in May and next month I will be having my
aneurysms checked yet again with an angiogram.

But I am very thankful for this band of volunteers and their families who are making the healing less painful and showing us that we can get through this as a community. The unfortunate camaraderie we share is a comfort and the friends I’ve made through this tragedy have truly touched me.

Keep an eye on the MaineBA.org website for more photos of the event once we’re able to gather them all.