A year ago I began to exhibit the first significant symptoms of the disorder that would radically change my life. By October 23 I was hospitalized for the first time. On December 12 I walked independently for the last time into George Washington University Medical Center in Washington D.C. for another 11 day hospital stay during which I continued to deteriorate and no diagnosis was made. January 6 I was flown home via arrangements made by my home health care nurse in Virginia for what was anticipated to be a 2-3 month recovery period. It was not until May that a doctor began to recognize the severity of all that had happened, and not until September that I received a working diagnosis of progressive spastic paraparesis and paralysis, which is further complicated by my dysautonomia. It has been a long 12 months, full of things I would have never imagined. This has been a detour that I never anticipated nor would have chosen, yet along the way I have encountered some of the most beautiful and amazing aspects of life that I would have missed otherwise.
So it is fitting that right now I am sitting at the airport, having paid the low fee of $8 for the privilege of accessing the internet, awaiting an evening flight back to Virginia. No, it is not to return to my life there as I had expected when I first ventured to Michigan back in January, but it is to visit the second family I have there and to bring some closure to an open ending. One year later, stronger and wiser and forever changed I am returning to the place where this all began and to the incredible people who supported me like a family. They saw me last when I was at my weakest, my sickest, my most fragile and so I am excited to show them that I have fought back against this monster and am strong again, I am redefining what it means to live with a chronic illness, and I am myself despite the setbacks and frustrations. I am reclaiming what this disease tried to take from me, and this time when I leave it will be on my terms and I will have said goodbye. I also plan on visiting again, as I truly found a second family there. But this trip is about some unfinished business I have - some living, some laughing, and some reclaiming of what is rightfully mine. It is about coming around full circle.
October 9, 2009 at 8:05 PM
Be safe and have a good time!
October 9, 2009 at 10:07 PM
May your heart be filled with wonderful memories, and may you enjoy all this visit has to offer...
I know you will show'em your strength... but don't forget to show the love baby... show the love!
:) can't wait to hear how it went!
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