Where have you been , Ms. Peterson, I hear you thinking it.
Let me tell you.
I've been trying to keep myself together, which, by the way, is turning out to be a full time job, on top of the several other full time jobs I have (kids, caregiving, volunteering, actual go to work job). I've also been trying to desperately keep my husband from falling apart as well.
He is very frustrated. Beaten down. Defeated. Deleted.
On January 17th, we had the great fortune of going to Chicago IL to meet Dr. Lipov (see his website if you have not yet....advancedpaincenters or chicagomedicalinnovations) to receive the Stellate Ganglion Block. An injection of anesthetic into my husbands neck (the bundle of nerves there), purported to ease, if not get rid of all together, symptoms of his severe PTSD.
Every body is different, and though many have had great success, we, unfortunately, have had a little hiccup.
My husband felt relief very quickly. *I* noticed a difference on the ride back to the hotel. *HE* noticed a difference that night during dinner.
Unfortunately, but not unknowingly, the effects tapered slowly over time (about a month) and I contacted Dr. Lipov's staff and arranged for a second injection.
Today, almost a month exactly, my husband is spending 24 hours to receive the second injection.
Let me just tell you this though, he is still only taking two pills. One for depression/anxiety and one for cholesterol.
Remember, he was taking upwards of 10 or more a DAY. He is only 29 years old.
Considering the major things just getting off all those drugs, I say he is doing remarkably well, despite some new developments (or rather, finally out in the open developments), despite being discouraged, despite seeing the light and then having it go dim on him.
God I love this man.
I can't tell you enough how this journey has shaped me, molded my soul, opened my eyes, ripped at my heart.
We wouldn't change it. I wouldn't. He wouldn't. So here's the deal.
I'm exhausted and just covered a sick nurse at work, I'm going to bed now, but know that I will write again, and very soon, and I *need* you to understand our story. I *need* you to share our story. I do. I have never felt more urgency about anything in all my life. It is absolutely *imperative* you share our life with the ones with you love.
It really can be the difference between life and death.
So, with that said, if you know a Veteran who is struggling with LIFE AFTER COMBAT do not wait, do not second guess yourself. REACH OUT. Go to FAMILY OF A VET right now and reach out to me, or any other Senior Staff Member. You do NOT have to go through this alone. PTSD and TBI are serious, and left untreated and unchecked, WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE. It WILL RUIN YOUR MARRIAGE. IT WILL HURT YOUR CHILDREN BEYOND REPAIR. But if you know someone who is struggling, you have a duty to honor them by helping!
My usual disclaimer applies to this post, as well as all of my previous posts, and my future posts.
See you in a bit!