Sally Stap's Blog, page 8
March 16, 2014
Brain Surgery – Recovery takes time
Yes, recovery from brain surgery is an uphill climb that’s exhausting, but it's worth the trip. For those of us who have experienced having a brain tumor, life is precious. Each life event that we experience post-treatment is a gift. When I found out I had a brain tumor, it wasn't my past that passed before my eyes but my future. Would I be here for my daughter's wedding. Would I meet my grandchildren?
Our brains are vulnerable. Our brains map who we are. Having it invaded is very personal. Recovery is a steep climb for every one – a hike up a hill for some and a mountain climb for others. All we can do is take it a day at a time, experiencing progress in some areas and setbacks in others.
There are incredible support systems with people who are happy to share information. While our families step in to provide immeasurable support, we also benefit from one another. There are amazing communities of people in local support groups, on Facebook, and in forums that have a unique sense of humor and compassion. We have learned to laugh at life even as we are in pain. We can make jokes about the awkwardness of not hearing many things. We share tips for keeping a dry eye healthy or a compromised balance system functioning.
What I learned as I've healed is that, as in anything, the future "you" is still undefined. Recovery takes time and patience. We are in a society that expects instant results. I expect instant results. Instead I've frequently felt like a human pin cushion. I've had more needles in me in the past five years than a porcupine has twills. Through it all though, I've connected with family and friends in ways that I otherwise would not have.
It is my journey of LIFE, but I've got great company.
March 15, 2014
March 9, 2014
Traumatic Brain Injury – Invisible Disability
Brain surgery was the easy part. I slept through it. The moment I woke in incredible pain is when got difficult. Despite the intricate skills of two brain surgeons, I was now suffering from a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). I didn't recognize at the time that I was entering the “in-between.” I was stuck between who I had been and someone I didn't know yet.
Brain surgery left me with the recognition that I’m not who I used to be. I do know that I am far from alone. TBI effects brain tumor patients, accident victims, and soldiers fighting for our country. With advances in the medical community, more people are surviving traumatic medical events than ever before. A mystery to the medical field, TBI leaves many unanswered questions.
I struggle with my desire to deny disability’s grasp on my life while continually having to adapt to its grip. Chronic, oppressive head pain is disabling, but it can’t be seen – or proven. Navigating the “in-between” is a new reality. I am fortunate to have my mental faculties, but am exhausted by head pain, hearing issues, and facial therapy. Yes, exhausted by the extra effort my brain requires to sort desired from undesired sensory input.
Adrenaline gets us through what we need to live but then our brains demand down time.My “Job” is now seeking answers, treatment, and relief. Everyone has their own journey through the forest of the unknown.
Once trauma happens to the brain, remnants cling for years or life. However, it needs to be noted that “living with TBI” includes the word “living.” I had heard there would be a “new me” but I wasn't done with the old one. In pursuit of contentment, I eventually accepted that the old me was gone and acknowledged the new one. To my surprise, I found joy. I wish I had known before I fought change so hard that there are things to cling to and others to let go of. I wish I had known to accept, grow, and live. For me it was the loss of a career yet the gain of writing. The loss of speed yet the advantage of measured observation.
The experience of having an Acoustic Neuroma(AN) and resulting traumatic brain injury is very individual even as we seek camaraderie with others. Common threads that I've seen in AN people are the choice of life, a decision to share humor, and nonstop perseverance. That strong common thread compels us to move forward without being dragged back any more than we have to be. We continue to laugh and love. Even in this new dimension.
February 21, 2014
Polar Vortex and Acoustic Neuroma? Do I give up yet?
I've always found it difficult to navigate the tricky line between giving up and pushing on. I do know and will even acknowledge there is a time for both. I learned today what a polar vortex and acoustic neuroma brain tumor have in common.
Today I had to be in Grand Rapids, about an hour north, for a doctor’s appointment. The news said to stay off the roads. Google Maps said traffic was fine. My look out the window said “so-so.” My head complained. I had to make a decision once the appropriate departure time came – after calculating travel time with extra bad weather minutes added in. Always one to push things to the limit, I headed out.
It was blowing with spots of snow as I headed out on the north-south highway. I could see the wind gusts whirling across the road because each picked up stray snow from banks along the side of the road. I drove carefully -- my hands at ten o'clock and two o'clock and the speedometer below the speed limit. I always ensured a good bit of distance between me and other cars because I know that, as in life, it isn't always our direct action that brings accidents, drama, and unwanted events.
Suddenly, though not surprisingly, traffic stopped ahead of me. We all crept along, blinking tail-lights for those behind us as a warning to slow down. When we reached an exit, some very yellow firemen had the road blocked off with their very green emergency vehicle with red flashing lights. We were all forced to exit the highway. It was shut down.
I didn't have a option to continue on the same path. I also didn't have an option to just stop and give up. I DID have a choice to to go north or south once I was off the highway. Should I head home or keep moving, via an alternate route, to my appointment? I had input. I called Kayla (hands free) and asked her to check the map. Her input? “Mom, just go home.” I called the doctor’s office to tell them that I didn't think I could make it. His input was that he didn't see anything on the internet map, but I could change my appointment. It was up to me. I could ask God for His direction, but it was me who had to turn right or left. I had to turn when I reached a T in the road (or annoy a lot of cars behind me).
For once in my life, I gave up. I reluctantly, but very carefully headed south. However, I was now on a country road and found myself in a complete white-out. I turned on my emergency flashers and carefully watched ahead as well as behind for other vehicles. Even though I had acknowledged that my day had changed, the battle wasn't over.
Eventually, I found myself out of the snow and safely home. I still wasn't happy about relinquishing control to mother nature, but it was clear that I made the right decision when I heard that the swirling storm had closed multiple roads. I accepted getting safely home to rest up and reschedule for another day. I am hearing whistling, violent wind and watching trees wiggle and bend even as I type this.
Acoustic Neuroma brain tumors are like that. We don’t ask for the storm that they bring. We try to keep going. Each person encounter’s their own version of the storm. Someone was in a vehicle ahead of me in the accident that closed the highway. They were "worse off than me." Someone took the detour and kept going. They eventually reached their destination – or encountered more delays. It may have only been a bump in the road for them. Those folks were "better off than me." However, everyone on the road today was effected by the storm. Everyone in the Acoustic Neuroma world, including family members of AN recipients, is effected by the storm.
I'd never heard of a polar vortex until this winter. I had never heard of an Acoustic Neuroma before learning that one was camped out in my head. It didn't mean they didn't exist. It only means that they hadn't been drawn to my attention on my journey.
When do we give up on finding treatment for head pain, or dry eye, or facial paralysis issues? How do we adjust to and find ourselves apologizing for our single-sided deafness in noisy settings? When do we turn around and go home for a while? When do we head out again on our life’s journey? I don't have a precise answer - only that we have to keep moving forward at whatever pace is right for us individually.
