I have decided to write about my "journey."
I call it a journey because I don't exactly know what else to call it.
It is centered around my health, and physical pain.
I prefer not to talk about it a lot, and especially not to those who don't know me.
I am looking forward to writing out my feelings and how everything I went through {though big to me are minuscule to trials others face on a daily basis} have helped me really grow and become reliant on Christ.
I pray that my pitiful attempt to write this would reach just one person.
I'll write this in several parts.
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Just a quick background:
I was born in 1990.
Healthy as could be and always happy.
I made it to high school with nothing more than what mom referred to as the "Sonic headache"
I would have headaches in the afternoons about 3 or 4 times a week and sonic slushies were my "cure."
Although the headache remained after I had the slushie.
{remember that one, it will make sense later}
In high school, my headaches worsened and other symptoms began.
I passed out cold one morning after waking up and walking in the kitchen.
I would often pass out when I stood up in class to turn a paper in, and by 4th period my head hurt so bad I could not function.
{me in high school with my 2 best friends}
This became the norm for me.
My parents knew that answers were needed.
I went to a cardiologist.
{I wore a heart monitor for 3 weeks, nothing wrong}
I went to a neurologist.
He tried to put me on depression medicine.
He said this may make you gain wait but your going to college so you will do that anyway.
{that didn't settle well at all}
I was not having headaches because I was depressed.
I may have been depressed because I never felt good.
He ran some tests and said I had a minor defect but not to worry.
My parents are both doctors and they knew that the "minor defect" was something to get a second opinion about.
I was referred to one of the best pediatric neurologist in the country for what is call Chiari Malformation.
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It was hard.
I was making the change from homeschool to public school.
{not hard academically, thanks mom}
I never felt good.
I just wanted to be able to enjoy time.
I didn't want to be labeled a complainer or a hypochondriac.
I wasn't trying to blame God just yet, but I sure couldn't find the good.
But trust me he had it.
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Ill pause there for now, meanwhile Ill be gathering my thoughts for part 2.
Please come back to read more.
Thank goodness your parents wanted a second opinion... I'm going straight to part 2 now.
ReplyDeleteNobody ever comments on part one, so I will. =) I'm a new follower, here from Bronwyn's blog after I saw your cupcake guest post. New follower. I'm so sorry that you had a bad time with all of this...but I'm glad you didn't start blaming God. I'm sure it was hard not too. Going straight to pt 2!
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