I just had my two year “anniversary” Jan. 8, when I was admitted to the ER with a ruptured brain aneurysm and “found” second aneurysm. After two coils, three stents and in-between diagnostic angiograms, I had been awaiting my “release to travel abroad” cerebral angiogram this past October, after a year of the last FredX. I got permission to fly (to see my 90+ y.o. parents)… with the caveat that my second aneurysm that had been coiled and FredX flow diverted, was not yet occluded, and the panel of doctors agreed that the “true” effectiveness of the FredX takes two years to fully occlude the aneurysm. So I’m just waiting for this October in the hopes that Mr. FredX does his job.
I am not back to work, and of course grateful to be here for my family, my twins getting ready for college this year, and my firstborn coming up on his last year at college. Yet… you know the feeling. I still find myself balancing my energy, fatigue and dizziness/light-headedness on the daily, and it’s a weird thing to try to explain how you feel to friends/people when they know it has been two years… This morning, I stumbled upon this article in my usual doomscrolling ![]()
and it really resonated with me. I’m sharing with all of you, because it may put into words what you couldn’t even explain to yourself. I’m working on it myself and looking forward…