Seachelles
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Fredericksburg, USA, usa, 474, 157, VA, Virginia
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Part 1 of my post to you: sorry....it was too long.
Wow Saundra! I can understand what you are going through even though I don't have a child that is going through this, but I do have the disease. I know it's got to be tough as I know what my mom went through when I went through the surgeries and beforehand. I know because I asked her afterwards. I wanted to know what it was like for her.
Let me tell you my story because I think there is some relevance here. I first started having problems in September 2003. I had tachycardia (heart rate is way too fast for rest and my blood pressure bottom number was 263) and it's a wonder I didn't die. They only did a CAT Scan of my brain and fought to find some blood pressure medicine that would get my blood pressure down. I was released from ER in the same day. From there I visited ER a total of 4 more times and still nothing could be found. I followed up with my regular doctors and they just kept changing my blood pressure medicine and it still was never right. From this point I began having other problems. Every time that I would go to the hospital, they would look at me like Uh oh....here she comes again or that I was imagining all of the things I was going through.
Then in September of 2004, I had my first TIA at work and was taken to George Washington University Hospital. After they admitted me, a doctor came in and told me that there is definitely something wrong with me and that we were going to get to the bottom of it. I thought....finally...someone believes me. I had a series of tests which included a CAT Scan, MRI/MRA, spinal tap, blood work, angiogram, and numerous other tests. They could not find anything wrong, but were at least on the right track. It turned out that while I was in the hospital I had a small stroke and didn't even know it. I was discharged from the hospital at this point on a home blood thinner injection twice a day. At this point they were on the assumption that I had a vascular disease and were trying to decide whether to start steroids.
The second time I went into ER at Georgetown, I was in ER for most of the time and finally admitted to my own room. This is when they first diagnosed me with moyamoya thanks to the neurosurgeon that looked at my scans. One of my bosses was the one that brought all the information about moyamoya to me and that is how I found this website. However, when I went in for my consultation with the neurosurgeon, his response to me was that he was surprised that I had not had a severe stroke yet and that he would like for me to come back in 6 weeks to see how things are going as he didn't want to do surgeries while I was still having active TIA's. I came out of that meeting feeling deflated and almost defeated. But I didn't let that stop me. The next day I sent all my scans out to Dr. Steinberg's office for a second opinion and had his answer the following day. I definitely had moyamoya on both sides of my brain and within a couple weeks, I had my surgeries scheduled.
My first surgery went really well, but I had complications with the second surgery. When I came out of the surgery, I couldn't talk or swallow. It was so very frustrating. I eventally gained that back, but it took a couple of days. On my flight home, I started feeling nauseous and wasn't walking like normal. The second day home, I fell in my bedroom and had a stroke. I didn't want to go to the hospital at all. I'd already been there enough. But I went, despite my stubborness.
I was transferred to UVA in Charlottesville, VA, to be seen by a neurologist. It was determined that I had a dropped foot and would need physical therapy. So they put me in a seperate facility...as an inpatient where I was for 9 days. On the 9th day, I discovered that I had a blood clot in my left leg on top of everything else. I only had one more day in the physical therapy place and I would have been discharged. As I waited for my mom to come to the hospital, she found me just bawling! I was so upset and felt I had finally been defeated. I knew that I couldn't take much more if it were to happen. But thanks to my mom and brother, they made me realize that I survived the surgeries for a reason and that I still had something important to do on this Earth. I realized, that this too, would pass.
I then went into outpatient physical therapy and have about 100% percent of my foot strength back. Balance is still an issue, but I keep working on it everyday. I've been back at work part-time for 3 weeks now and will be going back full-time next week.
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