Grace Wilson

It’s been fourteen long years since my chronic headache started. We’ve been all over the country, searching for answers and treatment. I finally just reached a point where I had to accept the likelihood that I might never find relief from the daily pain, nausea, vomiting, and dizziness. But then, we found something. A spinal chord stimulator. And after three years of battling insurance for approval, I had it put in about five months ago. For the first time since I was a little girl, I felt like my whole world literally opened up and I could breathe again! Within ten days, however, it got badly infected and had to come out. Three months later, they tried it again. But the unthinkable happened: it got infected again and had to come out. That was just this past week. I don’t know if they’ll be able to try it one more time or not. I dearly pray they can!

It has brought me to tears like I’ve never known. And I feel very much like I’m grieving over a life that was ripped away. Again. But through it all, the deeper my sadness has become, the higher my spirit has risen. It makes me consider just how precious life is. I thought of all the things I could do with this stimulator, and I was SO excited! But life is no less precious when it’s filled with pain and difficult days. It just looks a little different. And a life where just taking a shower is a massive accomplishment is a life that is just as beautiful. Whatever you are facing this year, my dear friends, may you be filled with hope to keep going. And may you always remember that your life is worth living.❤️