Lately I have to find something lighter or humorous to keep me thinking positive on days where I am in so much pain. I have a funny story to share...
I have a 15 year old nephew with autism. His name is Tony. Kids with autism usually have a topic, activity or object that are passionate about. Tony is passionate about things with batteries. Somewhere he has gotten the notion that our brains have batteries. He can come up with some really good theories about how we get are batteries, how they are charged and how they are fixed if broken. Tony was close to my dad who died in August of 2008. I had my first surgery in 2010. He was concerned that I would die because grandpa went to the hospital and didn't come back. (I know what your thinking....this isn't funny...I'm getting there).
My older nephew Marshall (his brother) and my sister tried to explain using Tony's concept of batteries in you brain to let Tony know that I would be okay. Somehow it was told that the doctors were testing my battery. So...when I got home from my decompression surgery I was peppered with a million questions of what type of battery and how they "recharged" me, etc. Two months later, I ended up getting a VP shunt. My sister stayed with me at the hospital. We went to her house when I was released. The first thing she did was tell Tony they put a new battery in my brain that could be checked by a computer so they didn't have to cut open my brain anymore. She then told him that the battery was too big so it was sticking out a little bit. She brought him over and showed him the VP shunt. (for those who don't know, a vp shunt leave a visable bump that can be seen and felt).
Two years later, he has not forgotten about my "battery". His bragging rights to anyone he meets is that his aunt has a new battery in her brain. I have had to answer some really strange questions, usually in the store, about my "battery" in my brain. He is so passionate about my battery that he has convinced several people, adults and kids, that I have a battery in my brain. In his own way he has opened the door to educating family and friends about CM. Every time I see him, he quizzes me about whether I'm taking care of my battery or not. I get a lecture if he thinks I'm not taking care of it. When I am down, I think of him and how is an amazing young man.
Does anyone else have any funny stories related to their Chiari experiences?