2 Weeks Post-Op
I remember hearing voices but I couldn’t open my eyes. All I felt was numb and it felt like someone, my parents, were trying to wake me up in the middle of the night. But it wasn’t dark, in fact it was very bright, I could see the white flourescent light shining through my closed eyes. Somebody asked me if I was cold and I think I might have replied, “Yes” because within a few minutes a warm blanket was placed on top of me. That was the last thing I remember until everything began to move.
Credit: Val W. (Please scroll to the bottom of this post for information regarding her fundraiser for Brainstrust or click here.)
The second most painful (literally) experience of my life happened about 16 months ago on June 28, 2013. Actually, it wasn’t so much painful, as frustrating and irritating and it often times still is today. But through this experience and even months before it, I found myself becoming a part of a community who all shared a common “bond”. And because of our similarities, we were able to help each other, provide advice, and very frequently support or provide a virtual shoulder to lean on.