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Recalled to life by Oliver Sacks, a review

I loved this book, especially the chapter 'Recalled to Life' because of its insights into how stroke victims could lose certain faculties but learn to compensate for them by developing tactics in other areas, to cope. It also disclosed how strokes could lead to an inability to either translate sensory data into verbal terms or interpret input, to make sense of the world around them. Some people suffered word blindness - others lost facial recognition as an ability. Some were able to talk in an intelligible manner but when asked analyse what they'd said or done, they couldn't make sense of their thoughts or actions. It affected verbal and visual memory as well as passive (receptive) or active (transmissive) states of mind - in other words input or output. It was like they never reached a perception point of realising what they were seeing or a recognition point because their memories of what they were seeing weren't there anymore or available to them.

Some of these difficulties involved abstract knowledge as opposed to objective reality (written or spoken language as 'representational' data): Could lack of a sense of direction be down to the same magnetic sense in migrating birds, being lost or damaged?

In The Beth Abraham Hospital for Incurables, residents / patients found ways round their disabilities through mimicry - that is using other sensory input to kick start memory in lost areas or to communicate in new ways (visual or verbal mostly as for instance, tracing the shape of letters in mid-air or forming words with their tongues; 'Only connect...' CS Forester): Children's books teach the alphabet by simulcra that resemble the abstract forms of letters e.g's a post for 1, a sail for 4, a catapult for Y etc.

Phil Beadle, the teaching trouble-shooter, says that there are three ways of sensory learning input - visual, sonic and tactile. This reflects the areas of difficulties for stroke victims as they try to relearn communication skills.

As a side issue, people who are deaf, appear to be dumb to the hearing because they associate mental sharpness with clipped speech. The deaf can only approximate word pronunciation which makes them 'sound' like they have learning difficulties. However given sign language, the deaf can appear as swift and erudite as any voiced person can. This is because it builds upon a sense they are strong in (vision) as opposed to one they are not (sound). This is the opposite of the blind of course.

You cannot expect a man in a wheelchair to run upstairs or play football because this is his area of weakness, not strength and trying to force him to fit in under such circumstances, shows weakness on the part of the enforcer, in the brain department. This is why I think positive discrimination is foolish and humiliating to the person with the disability – depending upon their attitude to the situation of course. Ben Parkinson for instance, the Afghanistan combat veteran, has struggled and is struggling now against brain damage and the loss of both legs and it is people like him that push medical science and technology along but on a voluntary level.

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Blind Faith by Melanie R.

Blind Faith by Melanie R.

Like a moth to a flaming light, let us draw close to the,“Everlasting Light”, (Isaiah 60:19-20)

Faith is the blind trusting in God, and His promises to endure in all of our difficult circumstances.

As followers of the light, we can find awe and wonder in the North American Io silkworm. The io moth lifecycle inspires, and has parallels to our spiritual rebirth, because they are also formed as eggs, hatched in growth, and are cocooned/preserved to emerge in rebirth by true renewal of faith!

Trusting God’s lighted guidance and spiritual senses through the darkness; to see beyond what’s physically visible kindling our own illuminated insight.

We are asked to walk by faith and not by sight (2 Corinthians 5:7), and the blind io moth relies on the moonlight to guide them on their nocturnal quest.
Although their blindness is a limitation, their attracting yellow vibrancy, and keen sense of smell can be viewed as a guiding wisdom in their luggage/arsonal to carry, and less of a baggage/burden of flight.

A weightless freedom led to a destination of endless hope and safety….a transcending peace, love, and comforting security.

As in the beginning, in the dirt of darkness,…even as pain lurks in the shadows, a flickering distant lantern light calls for transformation!

Psalm 119:105
Your word is a lamp to my feet, and a light to my path.

A spiritual metamorphosis and rebirth in Christ.

The male io silk worm spreads it wings to reveal it’s “ocelli” or eyes, which are kept hidden and surprisingly then it’s fragile fanned wings open to reveal its beauty! As it has experienced permanent restored change and will never be the same.
As we also open our hidden spirit eyes Christ is revealed to us through this uncovering which ultimately sets us free to take flight; soaring above on the wings of full trust.

Proverbs 16:20
Whoever gives thought to the word will discover good, and blessed is he who trusts in The Lord.

1 Peter 1:8-9
Though you have not seen Him, you love Him. Though you do not see Him now, you believe in Him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.

God be with you all on this journey of discovery and unveiling! Open your spirit eyes and be open to receive a transformative experience through the light of Christ! I pray you all take flight and fulfill your true purpose in pain/disability.
Through faith, we are partaking in the redemptive power of a profound rebirth in purpose to fulfill God‘s plan in destiny.
No longer defined by rare disease, pain, and frustration; but as an heir and testament to God’s promise of faithfulness to those that suffer.
Sackcloth to garments of righteousness under our armour for the Lord’s splendor. Clothed in grace and mercy, and the healing anointed favor of the spoken Word. This faith protects and prepares us to take flight!

#ChronicIllness #ChronicInflammatoryDemyelinatingPolyneuropathy #MitochondrialDisease #ChronicPain #RareDisease #IrritableBowelSyndromeIBS #Dysautonomia #SjogrensSyndrome #InsideTheMighty #RheumatoidArthritis #MightyPoets #MightyPoets

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How Can I Make You Care About Diabetes?

Part 1 of 2 I’m sitting here sipping an iced oat milk latte in weather that’s way too cold for that business, wondering how to make you care. So, as I dial up my insulin pump to cover for the carbs in the drink, I’m distracted by the mammoth task trying to make you care really is.

Maybe if I tell you about when I stood in front of a doctor, my nightgown hanging off my pointy bones, unable to register his words with all the nausea, headache, and dizziness whipping my brain into mushy potatoes, then you’ll care.

“Go straight to the Children’s Hospital. Don’t wait for an ambulance. It will take too long.”

I don’t remember most of the car ride, as consciousness came and went, but I could tell my dad was racing against…something. It must’ve been important. I hadn’t known the car could go so fast.

White coats and blinding lights and I.V. pokes followed. Somehow, I qualified to lie in the dimly lit room of the ICU next to a little boy who’s bandaged head oozed through tire tracks after being driven over by a car. My nine-year-old brain couldn’t compute that my life hung in the balance just as much as that three-year-old’s.

Will you care if I tell you about the time I stood in front of a nurse with a clipboard as she pumped me full of liquid using a reverse catheter and then asked me to cough? She then made notes as I peed onto what looked like a dog-training pad because my bladder couldn’t hold it in. As I wet myself and the floor, mortified, my eyes couldn’t hold in their liquid any more than my bladder could. I also laughed a little. That’s what one does when embarrassment is so powerful and you’re already crying.

It was then that I learned this disease can cause nerve damage in the most intimate of places. It turns out this hadn’t yet become my problem – that I failed the test for other reasons – but for those who’s bladder is a diabetes dud, self-catheterization multiple times a day is the current answer. Yes, even while you shop for new jeans at the mall, someone might be behind the disabled stall door inserting a tube into their urethra just to relieve themselves. Their life depends on it. Not all disabilities are visible, after all.

What if I told you that my uncle Ivan, who after being diagnosed as an adult and lived with this disease for many years, needed his leg amputated? It was that or die. After the surgery, he recovered and then hobbled on his prosthetic leg up into the combine to continue harvesting his wheat crops. I stood beside him at the hospital two years later as he died from another complication: heart disease. That’s how long diabetic amputees usually live after having a gangrenous limb removed: two short years.

I’d flown in to Winnipeg from England just in time.

“You made it,” he said in a feeble, scratchy voice.

“Yes, I’m here,” I said softly, near his face.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, he took his last breath.

How about the time I lay on an operating table, with Dr. Leight and his headlamp hovering above me in the dim room? I couldn’t have general anesthetic because eyeballs move in REM sleep. He needed me awake as he first froze my eye and then stuck a vacuum into it to suck up the blood that was causing my blindness. I could see the vacuum from the inside, back and forth, back and forth. Had I died? Maybe purgatory was real after all, with a creepy clown house level of strange? Or maybe this was Hell, a final, tortuous, un-resting place. A couple of months later, when my other eye bled, we repeated it all. This time, though, I felt the tools as they cleaned-house.

What about when my stomach and intestines stopped doing their job moving and breaking food down, separating nutrients and waste? Autonomic nerve damage had struck, causing gastroparesis, a rare complication of diabetes. That’s when I had a machine implanted into my belly wall, with wires wormed up through my abdomen and sewn into my stomach. Sounds like a solution, right? But instead, it felt like a butcher’s knife floating around my side slicing me up every time I ate a bite or two. I slowly starved, weight falling off my frame. Why? Why hadn’t this futuristic device done its job?

The doctor ordered a test that should have happened before the implantation. There I sat, barium oozing out of every orifice after being pumped full of it, as a doctor and his cohorts cheered me on.

“Push! Push! You’re doing great, Susanne!”

There I sat, on a portable commode in the center of the room, x-ray pictures being snapped as I defecated in front of an applauding audience. Hysteria grabbed and shook as I laugh-cried at where this disease had brought me: medical-test rock bottom. Somehow, it made it worse that he’d said my name as he hurrahed.

They confirmed gastroparesis and intes

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To RISK OR NOT? sacredsavage @ The Mighty

#CheckInWithMe #Blindness #Depression #Anxiety #Diabetes #HypothyroidismUnderactiveThyroidDisease #ted # #heart Disease #Essential Tremor #Migraine #Abuse Surthrivor

Risks are daily opportunities. Were the only species able to contemplate and analyze choices, including to do nothing, when presented with a choice. I have built my life on taking many giant, some life- changing risks, and countless smaller ones, all with the goal of improving my circumstances and health. Because I began with nothing but terror, isolation, no doctors, even authorities turned away.
Beginning medication for my mental health was one of the most frightening risks I ever took, and one of my very best choices. It took awhile to get it right, which I now know is not uncommon.
What risk do you now face, what will be the consequences you consider? And is doing nothing your best option?

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I did a thing! Terrified!

I did something today so major, so big that I'm still spinning from it.
I quit my job today, yes I quit my job!
I was diagnosed with RRMS last May, I've been In crappy shape even before the diagnosis. But even after the diagnosis and feeling the worst I've ever felt health wise, I kept on working, with just 1 week off from my first hospital stay from my diagnosis, with optic neuritis, partial blindness, severe pain and dead smack in the middle of my first major flare up, my ass went back to work after 1 week. I went back to my 10 hour a day, no breaks, crazy stressful pharmacy job. I lasted 5 more months before I just couldn't do it anymore.
So I went straight from there to a bank teller job, which where it wasn't physically straining, it was every bit of stressful and mentally exhausting.
I've lasted there 6 months, until I just cried my eyes out this evening to my husband. I told him I'm tired of giving my energy and what little I have in me daily to places that could care less about me or my health, instead of giving it to my kids and him. The ones who deserve to have me at my best for as long as they can. He has been pushing me to start trying to get my SSDI. So he looked at me and said I love you, and I want you to be ok for as long as your body allows. I want you to put you first for once and not worry about money or worry about giving up on working. He told me to give all my worries to him to figure out, that I've fought long and hard enough and to for once think of myself.
So I did just that. I texted my boss and told her I was no longer coming back, dropped my keys in the night deposit box, and felt a load of weight off my shoulders dissappear. Am I scared? Yes! Am I uncertain? Yes! Do I know what I'm getting myself in to? No! But I believe God has me in his hands and will see us through, because he knows too that I need to rest and my kiddos need a mom who can be all in , instead of sick all the time. And my husband needs his wife back. I can't keep pouring from a empty cup. Please pray for me to step off of this unknown and to do it as bravely as I can. Also, anyone who has applied or have gotten their SSDI off of their work points, how difficult was it? How long did it take? I'm going to be getting a lawyer to help me. I live in Kentucky.
#MultipleSclerosis

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I'm new here!

Hi,

I'm here becaause my daughter has been suffering FND symptoms for 2 years. Initially numbness and tingling, but symtoms soon moved on to blurred vision, double vision and then blindness, hearing loss, mutism and paralysis of limbs.

FnnD bouts have lasted seconds, minutes, hours, days and even upto 7 months before recovery

One thing that is most common is that smy daughter will recover and go to bed symptom free, but if a new symptom or bout of symptoms occurs it does so when she wakes in the morning.

We are told FND occurs when her stress bucket overfills, because of too much stimulus, but this seems to mostly happen when she's asleep, so is able to cope consciously, but it all seems to fall apart in her subconscious.

Has anyone experienced this?

Looking to widen our awareness of FND, as we currently feel very isolated and even with the help of a pretty good Paediatric Neurology Psychologist, we still feel overwhelming underinformed about the world of FND.

#MightyTogether

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Enough

Cornered. Hopeless. BPD has ruled and ruined any chance at life for me. My dad was an undiagnosed Borderline. I was his rage’s favorite target. My earliest memory is age 3 hiding in a closet as he rampaged so he wouldn’t find me. He did. My inheritance was an even worse case of BPD along with major depression and extreme anxiety.

I’ve been on every iteration of every psych drug since 1964. I’ve tried brain wave therapy, bio-feedback, DBT, CBT, two rounds of infusion Ketamine and TMS and I’ve been hospitalized. Nothing even dents this. The pain. The cycles of self harm. The suicidal ideation. The vibrating anxiety- racing heart - unable to catch my breath. The trembling. The psychic pain which leaves me curled under a blanket because light, sound, touch, it’s all too much.

My wife of almost 24 years has had enough. I don’t blame her. I’ve been unable to work for 23 years because of this disease and a buffet of physical illnesses. The entire burden of our finances sits with her. It’s so unfair. When we first married I was able to hold a job. That didn’t last. I’m terrified of her leaving - yet I can’t say I’d do different if our places were reversed.

My anger terrifies her, though the only person I’ve ever injured is me. My desperate crying when I dissolve into the world of my past abuse has exhausted her. She’s at her end and I don’t blame her having lived the other side because of my father.

Now I’ve been told I’m going both blind and deaf at the same time. Macular Degeneration and hearing nerve damage which hearing aids won’t help. I’m almost 70. I’m tired of fighting so many battles I’ve never had any chance to win.
#BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #Depression #Anxiety #ChronicIllness #hopeless #MentalHealth #SuicidalIdeation #ChronicPain #UlcerativeColitis #ChronicObstructivePulmonaryDisease #Blindness #Deafness #Abuse #PTSD

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Recognizing Stress Symptoms

I have severe depression and C-PTSD, and I have been going through extreme levels of stress, and I am only recognizing it now. Being a full-time caregiver for my mom’s cancer treatment was rough, and I made it through without the stress I feel today. Being a caregiver to someone post-chemo and in remission should be less stressful, but it isn’t. Post chemo, my mom is realizing that she is missing her memories of the ordeal.

The first month after chemo, she slept and didn’t want to eat anything or get out of bed. I brought her meals, but she kept forgetting to eat or didn’t want food. I had to monitor her blood sugar to keep it from dropping too low. There were many times I had to stand there and tell her to eat repeatedly. Chemo pain is strange because it lasts beyond treatment. Her pain was managed with Lyrica and a narcotic for breakthrough pain. During chemo, I kept track of her narcotic consumption but only limited her to the maximum dosage per day. Post-chemo, the doctor wanted to reduce the narcotics slowly, so I had to begin the process of restricting those pills. Towards the end of the first month, she began to ask me to bring her specific meals again. Her memory was foggy, and she stumbled, grasping for words. Her cognitive abilities were impaired due to chemotherapy, but I could see improvement from the last treatment. A big scare came one night when she fell out of bed while dreaming despite a bedrail to prevent falls. She must have hit her knee on something that left a bruise on the way down. An X-ray found nothing broken or dislocated, but it made walking painful, so I had to increase her narcotics until the pain passed. My focus on getting her out of bed each day had to wait a bit longer.

In month two, her struggle with words and names became less frequent, and her cognitive ability improved significantly. As her cognitive ability improved, she noticed her memory had gaps, which is normal and can be scary. Her knee recovered, but sleep came with a new symptom of restless legs due to the chemo-induced neuropathy, so she was often unable to sleep without narcotics, which I dispensed sparingly, reminding her the doctor wasn’t going to continue the prescription indefinitely. Broken sleep limited her energy levels and willingness to get up and move around. In talking with her doctors, the key to getting stronger is getting her moving and out of bed. Towards the end of the second month, I stopped checking in with her early in the morning for breakfast and waited until mid-morning to encourage her to get out of bed for breakfast. Towards the end of the month, she was getting up at least two days a week.

The third month was scary and stressful; my mom developed a severe cough, which became pneumonia. After two weeks of antibiotics, her chest had cleared. Surprisingly, the pneumonia and cough had her sleep into the afternoon before getting up, but she wasn’t stuck in bed. I developed flu-like symptoms after a series of vaccines that lasted for a week, and it was a struggle to keep up with mom’s needs, but I forced myself to take care of both of us. In the last week of month three, I encountered an allergic reaction that made my vision blurry to the point I was only able to make out vague shapes. My doctor prescribed eye drops that worked almost instantly but only lasted about four hours. The doctor didn’t want me dosing more than two times a day, so I had to plan my days and nights accordingly. Two weeks later, my eyes were normal again. And my annual visit to the eye doctor confirmed it.

Four months post-chemo, and my mom is doing much better. She continues to avoid walking and standing unless necessary. So, I have been encouraging her to do more, using my blindness as an excuse. My mom’s doctors are noticing her cognitive improvements and have encouraged her to exercise and gain strength again so she can take her driver's license exam to resume driving. I have waited months for an audiologist appointment, and it confirmed my hearing loss and need for hearing aids.

Through all of this, my best friend went into the hospital due to appendicitis, and he has waited months to schedule the surgery due to his foot infection. His foot infection didn’t respond to treatment, so he had his toes amputated, and he is living in a nursing home undergoing rehabilitation to learn how to walk with a prosthetic. So, both of us are going through crazy times with minimal support, and we are both struggling.

I have been waiting for a therapist who accepts my insurance and will take new patients for more than two years. I believe a therapist might have been able to help me manage my stress levels. I have been visiting open group therapy sessions, but with C-PTSD and extreme trust issues, my ability to participate is limited.

#PTSD #MajorDepressiveDisorder #Caregiving #Stress

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Multiple Sclerosis, Blindness and Cognitive impairment

Has anybody on here with these conditions been able to work/make income from home? I have been on disability for 3 years and want to eventually come off it if I can someday, but it has been so difficult to find things I am able to do.
Any responses are appreciated!

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