My Inbox is full. I wish I had time to answer all of my dear friends here who have written to inquire as to my condition. The truth is, I wonder how they are, as well, and the new members who have written to me. I would love to know your story. I empathize with anyone who is living this "nightmare" and making life out of well, we know what the doctors call this, right? Ahhh . . .please forgive me. You, Elaine, special note, I've been quiet, but thanks for not forgetting me, if you're reading this.
Ok, so I was a Mortgage Closer, then Processor, then Originator, then Closer again, the Credit Processor, all of which required A LOT of verbal communication. Well, guess what is the 2nd chief regions my Type II attacks happen? Talking. Oops! Career change is inevitable.
These past few months, I've been soul searching, sometimes finding that an hour or two have passed as I search my memories for tools from the past, and drain my brain for solutions for the future.
My teenager is angry because I fell down with this disease, therefore, I cannot help her with getting a car, like, she says, most kids her age have. I mean, "what kind of parent is like that"? My 9 yr. old is still in the "compassion" stage. I'm wondering when the other shoe will drop. I want to scream, BUT I WORKED WITH THIS PAIN FROM 2003-2008, TO SUPPORT YOU GUYS, WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST HORRIBLE TMJ!!!! YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF YOUR OLD MUM!!! WOW!
Then, there's my husband. "Do something for yourself!", and "I married the most beautiful woman in the world only to find myself pushing around a (proverbial) wheelchair. I have pain! I fight it to take care of THIS family, which is NOT MINE!" (Ok, that stings, but he had been drinking, due to the sheer sadness of being broke and laid off - AGAIN for the second time in two years, and with a new wife with a chronic pain disorder. Anyone reading this will probably deem him a jerk, but he has done a lot to show that he does love us. He's just venting. I do it.)
If my girls' father, my first husband were alive, I know he would be more compassionate. He knew the girl in the suit with the near to corner office in a prestigious local bank and knows I would never have asked for this.
I have not been as active lately, but that does not mean that I have not thought of many of you every day as I try to figure out what to do. Every day, I ponder the answer to this question as the big 4-0 lingers over my head this summer, the age when most already have a settled career path. Me, I not only have to fight Type II Trigeminal Neuralgia, I have to fight there being absolutely no market for my somewhat diminished skill set, diminished due to the fact that guidelines change and I've been out of the game now for almost 4 yrs.
I think of you. I think of Living with TN, all of the support I've both gained and given here, and plan to give again when I have time. I just wanted to reach out to anyone listening to let you know, if you're struggling with life decisions while facing such an unimaginable challenge, you're not alone. Also, if you've written to me, I intend to write back. But, when I opened my Inbox, I had so many letters, it was overwhelming. It made me feel cared for, as if I had made a difference here. If I can make a difference here, then maybe I can still make a difference somewhere else in the world, somewhere where I can earn a paycheck to help myself and the other three people who love and depend upon me to be part of a team.
I'd like to thank the doctors who cared enough to believe and compassionately prescribe the meds which would help to the best that anything has so far.
I'm ready to run. I just wish someone could tell me which direction. Be patient with me, friends, while I try to figure this out.
Randy Jackson was on The Rachel Ray Show this morning and quoted as saying, "Figure out what you want to be and be the hell out of it"! Well, at almost 40, in a field with little work, children to support, a relationship on the rocks, and with chronic distracting pain, easier said than done, Randy.
Sending out best of hopes and prayers to all of my friends here and everyone who suffers with Type I, or Type II TN.
Sincerely,
Stef
P.S. I'm not proofing this. No time. Type-o's? Deal with it. :)