It started with a headache,
But it didn’t go away.
Soon I would find out
That it was here to stay.
They all say, ‘the sun’s out,
go out and get some air!’
But my wobbly legs ache,
not to mention every strand of my hair.
Every Doctor says, ‘You look just fine!
It must be stress. Just get some rest.
Here’s more meds to try to help,
And we’ll run a bunch of tests.’
As time went on and
the headaches got worse,
No meds would work
This felt like a curse.
I couldn’t work.
I couldn’t clean.
I couldn’t cook.
Still not knowing what this means.
I wouldn’t give up
Until I knew what was wrong.
It’s a Chiari Malformation,
So you must stay strong.
So, I have a malformation
In the back of my head.
There isn’t a cure
So I plead and I plead.
Please take this away
And I promise I’ll be the best.
I want to live my life
Please just run some more tests.
“Brain surgery may help you
But it’s not a guarantee.
We will remove part of your skull
And you should be headache free.”
As I walked into surgery
I felt a sense of peace.
I just knew I would be better
And it put my mind at ease.
Two surgeries later
And my symptoms are still here.
There’s no more options or treatments
And my pain won’t disappear.
My new life is different
And not what I had planned.
I still don’t know my purpose
And I don’t know where I stand.
One day at a time.
That’s all I can endure.
So I’ll keep raising awareness
Until Chiari Malformation has a cure.