Avoiding triggers means adapting or eliminating foods, habits, and activities in the name of what’s good for me. Migraine is bossy.
Celebrating the holidays with migraine is not all fun and games. Triggers, also known as party poopers, can be extra grinchy.
I wish migraine didn’t have to accompany me during the bucket list phase of my life, but that’s not how incurable illness works, is it?
I’ve read stories about migraine warriors who have had a relative lead the way to recognizing and dealing with migraine symptoms. That would have been nice.
I noticed an increase in migraines starting up during the night. For several months, I brushed them off as weather-related.
Where do I start when it comes to traveling with migraines?
The more I’ve learned about migraine disease, the more I’ve come to understand the importance of educating family about the illness.
It’s tough to limit myself to only three wishes about migraine. I suppose asking for unlimited wishes is off the table.
Migraine disease is complicated, painful, and sometimes a little strange.
Thanks to my migraine management plan, I have few episodes I would categories as worst. There are times, however, when plans don’t go according to plan.
I don’t know how many times I’ve looked back at my migraine history through the lens of current knowledge and said, “I wish I would have known about this back then.”
The more you know about each other’s perspective, the more supportive you can be for each other.
I had a conversation with my doctor to get answers for a few of my migraine-related senior concerns.
No matter the decade, keep your foot on the gas with migraine disease.
More people learned to respect migraine disease and the people who have it. I didn’t feel alone in this fight anymore.
Somewhere in my early 30s, I had a sharp increase in migraine frequency. An increase noticeable enough to send me to the doctor.
No matter the decade or your age, you never know when you might find something that can make living life with migraine a little bit easier.
You might not be able to see all the measures a migraine warrior takes to include themselves in their own life, and in yours.
One of the best ways to prevent a migraine attack is to limit exposure to my known triggers. To do this, there are certain things that I will not do.
The smallest gestures of kindness can make a huge difference in the life of a migraine warrior.
Before I knew the facts about migraine, I felt responsible for my inability to participate in activities with family and friends. I worried about the impact of my disease on my career path.
I feel a sense of relief just thinking about the make-believe world the genie and I have created with my three wishes.
Migraine has played a major role in the story of my life. Learn how to guide the unfolding of your migraine story.
I have added listening to my dreams to my migraine management plan. Everything evolves, and migraine is no exception.
It’s been about 4 years since my last migraine-induced vomit. That’s a good run. I’m crossing my fingers in hopes of keeping the run going for as long as possible.
I’ve had to learn to advocate for myself. Standing up for myself has become an important part of my migraine management plan. The process I followed to get where I am today started with acquiring knowledge.
Migraines play a big role in why I'm a complicated woman. Learn about some of my food triggers and how to determine your own food triggers.
I thrived in the walking culture lifestyle of my favorite home, a condo in the heart of the city. I enjoyed my fairytale dream world until Michelle purchased the condo below ours and turned my dream into a nightmare.
Migraine disease is always with me. Like it or not, we live together. I learned to accept my burden years ago, and I’ve found ways for us to coexist.
Mom and I tied a ribbon around the last twelve months of parent child role reversal and began focusing on the potential joy and happiness of a new year.
Before I tell you about my little Christmas miracle, let me catch you up to speed on how 2024 has been going for Mom and I.
Some Novembers make it easy to be thankful while others work your last nerve. This year November is the latter for me and Mom.
The football announcers speculated on how the referees were going to rule on the latest red flag challenge when my phone rang. Mom’s friend Ida came up on the caller ID.
Life resets many times over the decades, and this was a big reset for Mom and me.
Mom doesn’t cook much anymore. Cooking skills are one of those use-it-or-lose-it things. She doesn’t remember many recipes or cooking techniques.
Selling the car would change life for her and me. Not something to jump into without careful consideration of all the implications.
Mom’s vow of “in sickness and health” was to Dad not me, but we do the best we can as a mother-daughter team.
It doesn’t matter how we connect as long as we keep coming together. That’s the important takeaway here.
Should your aging parent have a pet or not? That’s a tricky question to talk about.
I plan for our future but roll with today. I pick up the slack for her a little at a time and do my best to let her give me permission to do so.
There are days it doesn’t seem fair to either of us. Mom and I know frustrations will happen and we forgive each other for being in a mood once in a while.
I do not sugarcoat what lies ahead for Mom and me. Cherishing the little blessings of day-to-day life requires reaching for the volume button and turning it up.
Christmas feels a little different for us each year. People come and go along with the ebb and flow of life’s tide.
Becoming a parent’s parent sneaks up on you even when you know it is coming. For us, it was gradual until Dad’s death thrust Mom into living alone for the first time in her entire life.
One of the most difficult things about transitioning into the role of caregiver is maintaining an emotional poker face.
Despite knowing full well that the circle of life flows in this direction, the feelings of fear, sadness, and desperation surprise me, and fill my body with a strange combination of duty and denial.
Parent/child role reversal is nothing new. It was easy to ignore until it became the reality of my life. See how I'm learning to navigate into the role of caregiver.
Life is full of choices, each leading to another series of options, then another and another. Perhaps a path not taken could be my next identity.
How do you answer when the person in your mirror asks, “What is faith?”
Do the younger generations ignore the presence of their elders, or are we making ourselves unseeable to them?
It is my fault the world is now a meaner place. Somewhere along the way, I misplaced my own benevolence. I do not like people very much and that feels wrong. My circle is shrinking.
Who determines the definitions of success and failure in your life? Failure can be the path to success.
An unexpected feeling of despair brings clarity to the nature of loss.
Writing is a tool for relieving the pressures of life. Bear with me as I work some things out.
Parents never stop being a role model to their children. Respecting the value of the elderly is an important element of the circle of life.
Some of us are not destined to live in color. Purpose can be subtle.