Everyday Struggles

I know I haven't been blogging as often or as much as I'd like to. Sometimes life gets in the way.

For the past month I've been quite ill. It's either been my asthma getting really bad (darned allergies), the flu (yep was one of the lucky first ones in my town) and then a really bad hemiplegic migraine attack.

If you don't know what a hemiplegic migraine is (HM) here's a link to learn more about it :

What is hemiplegic migraine?

"Hemiplegic migraine is referred to as a “migraine variant”. The word hemiplegic simply means paralysis on one side of the body. A person with hemiplegic migraine will experience a temporary weakness on one side of their body as part of their migraine attack. This can involve the face, arm or leg and be accompanied by numbness, or pins and needles. The person may experience speech difficulties, vision problems or confusion. This can be a frightening experience for the individual as these symptoms are similar to those of a stroke. This weakness may last from one hour to several days, but usually it goes within 24 hours. The head pain associated with migraine typically follows the weakness, but the headache may precede it or be absent."

In my case, my entire body experiences extreme weakness and I am unable to speak at times.

It is very scary, to say the least.

I am a firm believer that every thing happens for a reason. And I don't feel my illness is a form of disability or punishment or woe is me type of thing.

It is a blessing.

How is it a blessing you ask?

My sons are learning to serve. 

To serve and love unconditionally.

They are learning this from their father. 

Who dotes on me like a princess.

Yes, indeed, it is a blessing.

Some lucky girls will be marrying two wonderful, loving, caring and thoughtful young men in the future. 

And in between eating my meals in bed, I would pull up my son's lessons on my iPad and prepare his homeschool lesson plans for the next day. And then the next.

I had these "spells" before, but I haven't had one that has lasted this long. And in the end, I get a huge, throbbing migraine that signals that the HM is about to end.

I am back now. Typing, working, photographing, working, living.

Doing laundry, driving my son to his seminary class. Being me again.

Blessings.

xoxo

Patty