Some understand Migraines, some don’t. Write a letter to your father or the man closest to, and talk about your Migraines.
So, I know that it took awhile for you to really get the whole migraine situation. You’ve got 6 kids, and all of us have had a migraine at one point or another.
- Tasha: Has only had a few in her life. Not very often.
- Johannah: Gets them chronically.
- Benji: Got them when he was little and on chemo. He’s outgrown them now.
- Sarah: Is like Tasha and has only had a few in her life.
- Amanda: Gets them chronically.
- Rachel (That’s me!): Gets them chronically.
Besides that, you’re married to mom who pretty much has a headache constantly. 3/4 of the time, it’s a migraine. It’s an achievement when she DOESN’T have a migraine.
I know that at first, you didn’t really understand. You always took care of me when I was sick, and I appreciate that. We didn’t have the kind of family set up where the dad goes out and makes the money and mom stays home and raises the kids. I feel fortunate that both of my parents were home until I was in middle school. When mom started working in the school system as an aide, you took over at home. I always saw it as lucky that my dad was a priest. You worked on Sundays, and besides that, you just had Holy Days to worry about.
You taught me how to play sports. We planted flowers and vegetables in the garden together. You taught me how to drive. You picked me up from school when I was sick, and you took care of me. Made me soup, brought me a new ice pack. I’ve tried to teach you how to use the computer, and… well… you’re making progress. There are so many things that you’ve taught me and that you’ve shown me.
The greatest thing you’ve taught me is compassion.
I know you’ve had a few migraines in your life, and after that first one, you were able to see just why I was so miserable whenever I had a migraine. I know that you were always sympathetic toward our pain, but after having a migraine, you were able to be empathetic.
More than that, you show compassion. You just want to make sure that we’re okay. You’ve rubbed my shoulders when I’ve had a really bad migraine. Brought me an ice pack without me even asking (or have sent Gillian or Zachary upstairs with an ice pack and told them “Be very quiet! Your Aunt Rachel has a really bad boo-boo in her head.”) You drive mom to the doctor’s if she can’t do it because of her medication. It’s not just the things you do for me, but the things you do for everyone here.
I appreciate the nights that you took a bath in cold water because you didn’t want to wake me up since the pipes run through my room and you didn’t want to wake me since I had finally been able to fall asleep (even though I’d be okay if you woke me for a few minutes to run some warm water!).
I appreciate the nights that we’ve sat at the kitchen table and watched college basketball together while I had an ice pack on my back for my kidney stones or on my head for a migraine.
Even though this is off the migraine topic - I appreciate you letting me sleep on your side of the bed and you moving into my room for that weekend that I had the worst kidney stone pain of my life. You (and mom) brought me ice packs, water, and some graham crackers (since they were all I could stomach). I know that one Ultracet knocks you out, but it did nothing to dull the pain of a blocked kidney for me. I also appreciate the fact that you yelled at my doctor after the surgery for all of the pain that he let me be in over the weekend. (And that you waited until AFTER the surgery was over.)
When I have a migraine, you always make sure to check on me every few hours, whether it be by calling my cell phone or coming in my room - Ginger ale and a new ice pack in hand.
I thank you for giving me the confidence to use silly voices, and for giving me an affinity for puppets to inherit. I thank you for praying for me every day, and for keeping me on the prayer list for the St. Nectarios service every time.
I know that there are some dads that just don’t understand the kind of pain that a migraine brings, and I’m blessed to have one who knows what I’m going through.
Thank you for being an amazing father, and for keeping a watchful eye over all of your children. We might all be grown-ups now, but we still need our dad to take care of us, and you never let me down.
(I wasn’t expecting this to be so long… I’m just really close to both of my parents hah)
National Migraine Awareness Month is initiated by the National Headache Foundation. The Blogger’s Challenge is initiated by www.FightingHeadacheDisorders.com.