Kira,
I’m so glad your daughter is having a good time. It always makes me sad when i hear of a young person with this ailment. She has a tough road ahead of her but it sounds like she’s got the right stuff. I don’t have kids, but I know I would be more than a little worried if i had a daughter in Germany even without MAV. I feel for ya. Hope she makes it hope safe - and soon. And Kira, after I posted last, it suddenly dawned on me - i’ve read your story before, but you’ve been suffering to some extent since 1975 !? God bless.
Kim,
As much as I hate to hear other stories as bad or worse than mine, i do find so much comfort in knowing i’m not alone. Thank you Adam!! And yea, when I’m feeling sorry for myself, i remind myself that at least i don’t have much pain - talk about over the edge! About my husband - you are absolutely right - last summer i was going downhill at such an incredible rate. I had a noticable acceleration in my dizziness by the week, to the point that I could barely get to the bathroom. We were starting to make plans to close my business and sell the house (like I would have been able to tolerate THAT!) It was a horrible time for us. I really thought I was dying and I think that, even though he would argue the point, i.e., “what are you dying of?,” i may have convinced him. He was frantic, not sleeping well, waking up with nightmares, so depressed he actually tried some lexapro. He’s 65 and before I got sick we talked about how we would like to spend his retirement years. I’m 54 and thought I would be caring for him as he aged. Those plans are sad memories now, but things are better! I am up and about around the house. I cook quite a bit, which i love to do, i take care of him and the house as much as I can. Gosh when I think about it now, it’s amazing how much improvement I’ve had since starting treatment. It’s a start, and hearing other stories helps keep me realistically hopeful.
and you know something else - things that i used to think were so important are not! Like having my hair cut every 3 weeks, dancing or exercising competitively, jealousies, my husband leaving things out. A friend of mine was talking recently about how she hates the shape of her nose. I thought, gosh, i remember when I used to hate the shape of my nose -as if that mattered at all. The things I used to waste energy on - and I mean wasted.
I guess, since I actually did think I was dying, because “nobody could be this dizzy and still exist,” I also spent time thinking about my life. I was flooded with regrets and realized what really mattered to me. We are here for a very short time, whether it’s 25 years (like my sister) or 91 years (like my father) - it’s still short. As I improve, i find myself being more genuine and open with people, letting them know who I am, letting them know how I feel about them. I almost feel like i’ve been given a second chance, limited though it may be, and i am going to savor what I can.
I had a dream the other night - a voice said to me “Hang in there!”
Julie