I've long suffered with headaches.. 20 plus years of them in fact. Over that time I've gone for all the standard treatments,..and the not so standard treatments. I've seen the neurologists, the specialists, the chiropractors, the snake oil herbalists, the self-help bodhisattvas, and have eaten enough Advil to put a whale in a coma.
Somewhere along the way I started having other symptoms. My vision changed overnight. I can't really explain the difference it caused. I just know it changed, and for the last 12 years it's never been the same. Of course I got my eyes checked and have perfect vision.
Fast forward to 5 years ago. I started having numbness and tingling in the outside of my left foot. Then 3 years ago I started to have the same condition in my left hand. It has since deteriorated to the point where I now feel like I'm dragging my leg around like a pirate, and I might as well keep my left hand in my pocket because I don't trust it to do anything important. Of course nobody "believes" me. I look perfectly healthy, so I must be making all of this up.
My symptoms have gotten so pronounced that I recently went back to the neurologist...again, and he ordered an MRI...again. This time however, I didn't receive the free and clear bill of health I'd gotten so many times before. According to the radiology report, the scans showed a 2 to 3mm hernia of the tonsils of the cerebellum.
When I heard this news I thought to myself, "Ok, first of all, how did my tonsils get into my brain?...and secondly, "Vindication...Is....Sweet," as I've told everyone a million times that I wasn't losing my mind. After doing some research, I found out that I was literally "losing my mind," through the hole in the bottom of my head.
Despite the gravity of this news, I felt a sense of relief knowing that this monster now had a face, and no matter if I took it out, or it took me out, we were about dance in the same ballroom.
You know you're in a tough spot when bad news seems good, and good news seems bad. I got another dose of the bad good news when my neurologist took a look at the scans for himself. I received a phone call from the doctor while on my daily commute home from the office. He began to confidently pronounce that the 2 to 3mm nuclear explosion going off in the back of my head could not possibly be causing any of my symptoms. Upon hearing this news I simply burst into confetti in the middle of the interstate. I had been robbed of that good bad news I needed so dearly.. yet again.
I don't want this condition. I don't want any condition. I've just suffered and fought long enough to know that any possibility of discovering what's wrong is worth pursuing to it's logical conclusion, and I don't believe that's been done.
So now I guess I'm on to second and third opinions, as my doctor's belief that this is no big deal, and a lot of the information I've found over the last few days don't seem to agree. Just wondering if anyone else has gotten a similar runaround, only to find out that they needed treatment for this condition.
Thanks