Hi Everyone,
I’m extremely grateful to be apart of this community and hope that I can ultimately give back more than I take. Thanks for taking some time to learn about my recent story.
On 8/4, while on vacation in Deba, Spain, with my family, I woke up feeling great, and decided to take a walk while everyone was starting to get up for their day. I had cup of coffee before I left.
About 5 minutes into my walk, I had begin to feel light headed and had to stop. I felt I needed to sit down immediately, on my way to sit on the grassy intersection, I lost consciousness. I can’t tell you how long I was out, maybe 10-15 minutes. I can tell you that, I managed to regain consciousness but was confused, disoriented, and in pain.
I managed to make it back to the apartment and up 3 flights of stairs. My 10 year old daughter let me in and I asked her to get Mommy. After vomiting and not getting any relief from symptoms, my family wheeled me to a small clinic. I went from apartment to clinic in less than an hour. The town is so small the clinic is the closet thing they have to a hospital. Upon initial testing at the clinic, they feared I suffered a stroke and immediately sent me to a hospital in San Sebastián for further testing, which is about a 30 minute drive.
At the hospital, cardiologists went through the artery in my right arm to probe my heart. They found my heart to be in great condition, nothing wrong at all. The doctor consultation afterwards was to tell me and my wife that I had a bad migraine and that I would be discharged. My wife pressed and pressed for a brain scan, she was relentless. The doctor refused until my wife specifically requested she include the specific reason for discharging me with out a brain scan so my doctors at home will have full visibility on their level of care and treatment protocol.
The doctor then agreed to the scan, and the ruptured aneurysm was properly identified. I was then rushed to the ER. This time they went though my artery in my groin to access the rupture in my brain to close it with a metal coil. This is all still new territory so I’m not sure what the proper medical terminology.
I spent a week ICU, then they moved me to general recovery. I don’t have a release date yet but my progress has been good. Aside from head pains, tinnitus, and fatigue, I feel like my usually self at least on the outside. The blood on my brain seems to be absorbing as hoped with no convulsions.
While I look absolutely the same on the outside, minus a lot of weight, inside I’m a mess. I’m confused, anxious, scared, grateful, happy, sad, every emotion seems to happen at once and it’s overwhelming.
I sense a big part of this is being in a foreign hospital with a language barrier trying to understand what the doctors are explaining to me about my condition. I feel my body and mind are trapped in separate prisons at the moment. I hate this feeling of self pity and feel I should be signing with joy to be alive. I am so grateful to still get to hold my wife and kids but it’s a struggle for some reason. It’s been a blessing to see my daughter, 7 year old son, and wife daily but I know they have been through the same mental turmoil as me. There’s a lot of healing we all need to accomplish, Individually and as a family.
My days in the hospital include reading (The Wisdom of Insecurity), listening to audiobooks (The Choice, The Universe Has Your Back, Think Like A Monk) sketching, and sudoku (30 games so far). I also meditate 2-3 times a day. Like my restricted diet, everything I consume mentally has to be beneficial to my emotional well being.
I’m talking with a therapist who I know and trust tonight and I’m really looking forward to it.
I’ve reached out to my neurologist (been seeing him for an unrelated condition I’ve had for 5 years, benign fasciculation syndrome) in Austin and his office is waiting for my return so I can get in as soon as possible.
I’m not sure what else would be helpful for others to know about my story but my scars are now yours, and I’m happy to answer any questions to be a light for others.
I survived. I am a survivor.
Sincerely,
Chris