Day before yesterday was the one year anniversary of my decompression surgery. I wanted to blog, but I didn't. It just felt like another day. I wish I could say I've had miraculous progress since I posted last, but I haven't.
Now, more than ever before, I realize how much the weather affects me. Not only to my symptoms get worse when the barometer changes, but I live for sunshine. I was not built to live in the Pacific Northwest, not even close. The temperature hasn't climbed above 80 at all where I live, and days in the 70s are few and far between. I'm from Michigan, the land of sweltering heat and freezing cold winters. I find Washington's weather to be so apathetic. Knowing and recognizing how much I love summer, and love sunshine, has helped on the days I feel like punching everyone and everything in the face. I realize that the sun isn't shining, and know that part of my frustration lies in that fact.
It's hard to believe one year ago I was still in intensive care furiously pushing my pain med button. It has been such an uphill battle, and continues to be. I still struggle with a lot of symptoms. But I have to believe having the surgery was the right choice. Had I not, my brainstem would still be being crushed and deformed, causing who knows how many other symptoms.
So I'll keep on keeping on, trying to function as best as I can every day. I am thankful for the pieces of sunshine I do get in life, literally and figuratively.
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