So, it has been just over three months since my cerebellar/parietal lobe strokes. To those who do not know me well (and some who do), I look 'normal' and act 'normal.' Some people look at me as if I am just wanting attention, others imply that I am being lazy or a hypochondriac - I am neither. All my life I have battled invisible health issues; I was born with congenital cholestatoma in both ears. When I was nine, an ENT specialist said I would grow out of it. At the time that was the general opinion. For ten years I kept my suffering to myself as my parents fully believed the specialist and told me to stop complaining - so I did. By the age of nineteen the pain and discomfort had become so severe that I decided the original specialist must have been wrong. Off I went in search of someone who could help me. After seeing five different ENT specialists, having numerous grommets inserted, and my nose cauterised, I finally found someone who knew what was going on. He took one look and quickly booked me in for surgery. After an eight hour operation in which he removed a tumour that had grown around all the inner ear bits, through the left ear drum and out into the ear canal, I was told that I was lucky to be alive! If it had grown in the other direction it would have killed me. I was also told that if it returned it would return in about five years - it returned! So I went through another marathon operation to remove a second tumour. This time it took more of my ear drum and had also wrapped itself around my left facial nerve. If it weren't for the skill of my specialist I would have been left with an extremely droopy left side of my face. As it is, my face is not too bad. Those who don't know me wouldn't know anything was wrong. I am deaf in my left ear and have poor hearing in my right ear but my lip reading is so good that people are not aware that I have trouble hearing them.
Now I have another invisible condition. I may look 'normal' but each day I am battling to regain my balance (some days I am better than others) as well as dealing with other issues; such as memory, control of my left hand, and fatigue. As with my ear problems, I carry on as though there is nothing amiss. People don't want to know, so I just keep quiet. Luckily, I have my husband to talk to and one child who is sympathetic.
I may never be totally 'normal' but I will live my life as 'normally' as I can. Sometimes though, it is lonely suffering with health issues that others cannot see.
