Kira,
When I’m convinced that there are no success stories, i remind myself that Hopkins can’t actually claim significantly helping thousands of patients with this illness without there being something to base it on. Even my neuro-oto, who I don’t think as much of, has had to have had some luck to be so confident regarding Zoloft.
I know that you know this, but i’ll repeat it - it’s got to be true that there are people walking around, back to their lives, not visiting this board anymore. When I first joined, I read a series of posts by “thornapple.” I watched as she titrated up on Topamax, complaining the entire time, and even though her dizziness was gone, the SEs were so bad, she angrily decided to taper down. When she got down to 20 mg, she noticed that her dizziness was still gone, and so were the SEs. She decided to stay at 20 mg - “why take more?” Then I noticed she was absent for quite awhile, only to make one last visit - apologized for not having logged on in such a long time, but she was so busy getting on with her life. I wish more would come back and give us updates. If I ever get well - I promise I will keep you all updated.
I’m not sure i’ll be as lucky as thornapple. And you have suffered for such a long, long time, i’m not surprised you’re discouraged (I’d actually be pretty depressed and freaky) over a relapse.
I continue to slowly learn to accept my extremely limited life, I’m homebound, and when i fall off-center, I remind myself of my sister’s fatal car accident at 25, how lucky I am that by nature I’m introverted and not easily bored or lonely. I also remind myself once in awhile of how people have survived horrendous situations:
Digging a trench in freezing weather, Viktor Frankl thought about his wife:
*A thought crossed my mind: I didn’t even know if she were still alive. I knew only one thing: Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance. I did not know whether my wife was alive . . . but at that moment it ceased to matter. There was no need for me to know; nothing could touch the strength of my love, my thoughts, and the image of my beloved. *
The message to me being, the image of his wife, dead or alive, transported him to his innermost self and “nothing could touch” that place. With or without MAV, this is a crazy world and that innermost place is the only place we will ever find peace - even in the midst of hell.
On the other hand, I can’t help but worry intermittently about the future, what if my husband dies before me, how will my illness progress, what if I develop a tolerance to Klonopin. I used to feel lucky that i had longievity genes. I no longer want to live to be 91 like my Dad.
These worries topple me off-center but what I believe in my heart of hearts is that the world is as it is meant to be. Einstein said “God does not play dice with the universe.” My husband can take a break from it, go shopping, visiting, even get angry and storm out. He said to me not long ago that he wasn’t sure he could ever go through again what we went through last summer. I said, out loud, “me neither,” but thought to myself, “I have no choice.” There’s no getting away for us. This is our cross to bear. So I must try to bear it the best I can. (Gosh I need to keep reminding myself of that!)
I feel for you, Kira, and for right now, all I can do is hope we all get a good night’s sleep.
Julie