Falling into Fall - Literally

Our children have been back to school for about six weeks.  Everyone is settling nicely into their new schools, classrooms, activities and routines.  I miss their company but I welcome the silence.  It's the first time since becoming a parent I was happy to see my children return to school and it broke my heart to admit it, especially out loud.

During the past six weeks I could have written several blog posts but not one of them would have been nice.  I have heard myself say several times recently that if I don't remain angry then I will start to cry.  If I start to cry I may never stop.  It's a short fall. 

Did you know I spend all day most days alone but its not safe for me to be alone in public?
For a woman who is fiercely independent that is huge.

My brain to mouth filter is broken.  I swear more than a pirate and say what ever, when ever it comes to mind.  My friends accept that and therefore me.  Our children definitely have a more colourful vocabulary but are quick to scold me when required.  At times I am insensitive and unkind to the people I love the most.  I hope they know that is not my intent, ever. 

I apologize (kind of) to the well meaning family member who called and claimed she thought of me often during the past 2 years of zero contact.  I'm glad she was strong enough to accept my response through my blind rage.  I hope she shared my thoughts with other members of the family.  Two things will happen as a result.  I will stop receiving unwanted, guilt dripping telephone calls (too little way too late) and John will start getting the support he so desperately needs and deserves.

** PSA - for anyone who loves someone who is suffering the worse possible thing you can do is tell them you think about them all the time but then never act on those thoughts.  Send a text, email, pick up the phone, tell them you love them - do something. **

I continue to wander from symptom to side effect aimlessly.  Daily seizure activity is normal despite my high dosage of anti-convulsants.  No answers to why or how much longer this will go on are forth coming.  If I ever do have a stroke I will probably never recognize it for what it is because my face and arm are always numb.  The clinic where I received treatment for my AVM appear to be uninterested in my new limitations and abilities. As long as their treatment plan is on track they are pleased.  In an effort to preserve my remaining sanity I have asked my family physician to advocate on my behalf.  Maybe yet another opinion is required.

We have also been in touch with Sick Kids Hospital and a Specialist there will be taking the lead on  HHT testing for our entire family.  I'm tired of waiting for answers but the thought of further trips to the hospital is exhausting.  The thought of more testing, procedures and the 50% possibility of both the girls also having this terrible disorder leaves me paralyzed with fear.

John's mother has recently been diagnosed with brain cancer and has been scheduled for a craniotomy and followed by full brain radiation starting next week.  Once again my husband will sit alone in a hospital waiting for neurosurgeons and radiologists to determine fate of a woman he loves. 

It doesn't seem fare that one man should carry such burden.  He is the strongest man I know. I am grateful everyday he is mine.  Despite more than a year full of frustration, grief and hardship he still carries on without complaint.  He has accomplished so much professionally and here on our farm.  I am so very proud of him.



** John's Mother passed away exactly two months post diagnosis and 1 month after having the tumor removed from her brain. (1/1/13)