The biggest challenge has been finding a doctor who understood both #migraine and #clusterheadaches well enough to be an effective treatment partner.
When it feels like all is lost, like the light is gone forever, I write. Writing gives me a sense of hope and purpose.
I could sing this song with passion and really sell it. I would be kidding myself though. I trade trigger avoidance for winning and end up the loser.
The progress is painstakingly slow. If I wasn’t tracking my workouts, I might not recognize the tiny improvements that prove my progress. There’s hope yet!
The first time I heard it, a wave of intense emotion hit. Decades of trying to hide broke like a worn out dam. Dropping the mask, I let the storm rage.
This ribbon is a symbol of hope and unity. Not long ago, finding a single migraine link was a miracle. A lot of hard work went into raising awareness,
Do you have any idea what 25 days without a migraine attack is worth? I said wanted a hope that would spread like wildfire. Maybe this will do it.
The little things make life worth living. Each day, my grandbaby greets me with a smile. There is nothing else like it to release pain-blocking endorphins.
I’ll describe the qualities that make him such an amazing caregiver. He is the reason I keep fighting. When I’ve lost hope, he gives me a reason to hold on.
The price I have paid in an effort to rid myself of these words has almost been too great. Some days even I wonder how I keep going with a good attitude.