Here’s an honest and inside look at healing from a brain injury. It can happen to anyone. It can take longer to heal for some than others. The question is a good one: how long is a piece of string. LizMollyOldershaw shares some of her experiences. Check it out. Thanks, Liz, for sharing in such a transparent way.
I published this post a year ago, but have been moved by the support Rick Franzo offers as well as receives. He has been consistent with his mantra “A warrior never lets another warrior walk alone–ever!” for as long as I’ve known him. Check out his book, How Horseshoes Saved my Life: A Tale of Two Brain Tumors. ###
It’s terrible to feel alone. And there’s probably no other time when a person feels more alone as when they’re dealing with a life-altering illness. Be someone’s hero. Reach out to them. You don’t need to have answers. That’s not what they want from you. They have doctors for answers. They might want to have someone to just stay close.Continue reading →
Loss of balance is now the norm. I’ve learned to take a cloth with me so when my hand trails the walls, I won’t leave smudges. When I hand wash dishes, I make sure they’re unbreakable. When I need to remember specifics, I write them down so when I forget them—because I always do—I won’t feel guilty.
School has started again in most areas. I remember the many first days—for my eldest through to my youngest.
All those days between first days are gone now. I remember so many fondly. But it’s the first days that seem magical. Watching the kids’ excitement over new supplies. Seeing the their faces light up when they talk about the newness of the next grade.
Did I do everything right? Far from it. Did I make the most of what God offered me? Not even close.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I knew this day would come. These days I sometimes walk through department stores this time of year and watch other mommies shop with frantic looks on their faces while their kids act embarrassed to be seen with them. It’s their turn to experience their own first days.
Embrace each moment. Cherish all the experiences, because each one is beautiful in its own way. And if you see a lady watching and smiling, never mind, it’s probably me. I’m remembering the firsts days of school I experienced years ago.
Going through brain surgery to remove a ginormous tumor—and living a blessed life afterward—gives me a glimpse of the realization that not everyone is as fortunate as I am.
Without a doubt, I thank God every morning before my feet hit the floor for the opportunity to live one more day. I understand what it’s like to see the possible end of my life come into focus. I understand what comes with looking out into the “ever after”.
I spend a lot of time writing and speaking on the peace that comes with a relationship with Christ–while even having a brain tumor. However, I think we sometimes forget (I know I do) that there may be a process needed to go through to attain complete peace—what is found in the arms of Jesus. Glenda Weldy tells of her period of time caregiving her husband Roger, as he battled a brain tumor. You can find her journey at http://glendaweldy.com/. As I read Chapter 12, my heart broke. Let’s never forget caregivers and the pain they endure.
Michelle Counts is my guest blogger today. If you’ve dealt with a brain tumor you will appreciate her story. If you know someone who has a brain tumor, maybe her words will help put circumstances in order. God is the Great Physician and Provider. See how he manifests himself through Michelle’s ordeal.
I had suffered migraines for most of my life, but on February 18, 2015 my trip to the ER proved migraines were the least of my problems. Once at the ER things moved so quickly. Within an hour the CAT scan administered showed I had a large brain tumor and was admitted to the hospital. The next day I met with my neurosurgeon and he told me I had a left parietal occipital baseball size tumor with attachment to the superior sagittal sinus. He scheduled my surgery for February 27th.
On the day of my surgery, I asked God if he would not only see me through my surgery but also wake me quickly so my children wouldn’t worry over their unconscious mother. I took a photo of my beautiful children with me right into the operating room with me, looking at it as they sedated me.