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For instance, I’m currently on a plane taking off from TF Green airport and I am feeling excited for my trip. Yet deep down, I am panicked as it reminds me of taking off from Boston last year to go to California for my brain surgeries. I’m looking out at a beautiful sunny day (just like last May) as the plane lifts off and am breathing deeply to stay calm. This trip has no similarities to that terrifying one (except leaving the kids) but I can’t help but to reflect.
I was so petrified to go to California. I stayed positive but didn’t know if I was going to make it. I didn’t know if I would keep my speech or lose functionality of some part of my body. I would miss my kids terribly and worry about them the whole time. I’m tearing up and craving a Xanex even as I type this. Oh it was heart breaking.
Today, though, it’s a good trip. I am leaving to go to Washington, DC- my old home where I lived for fourteen years. I’m going early to see one of my best friends and her new baby. I’m catching up with my maid of honor and having a small reunion gathering of American University friends.
Most notably, I’m taking my scary new diagnosis of Moyamoya disease and double brain surgery survival story to a new place. I’m joining the other rare disease advocates to attend Rare Disease Week on Capitol Hill. I’ve been a heart disease and stroke advocate for years but this rare community is brand new to me.
I’m nervous to break out of my comfort zone and meet all new people…but excited to hopefully meet some patient peers with whom to compare notes and to make a difference. That always makes me feel good!
I’m also honored and thrilled to be able to bring Moyamoya awareness to Capitol Hill. The Moyamoya community is passionate, supportive and fierce- so being coincidentally being a representative for them is such an honor. I hope I do them justice!
It’s all a mental game for me. I am not off to surgery. I am heading to have fun and do something that is going to make me feel good- feel like I am contributing to a better world for patients and their families. I am leaving my children with my husband and parents which is fun for them. I am turning something challenging into something meaningful. ❤️