It is very strange for us to think only one month has past since the MRI experience…it just seems like such along time ago, and yet so much has happened to us during this short time frame.
I remember my MRI experience left me tired and feeling strangely vulnerable. I spent the remainder of that day stridently reaching for normality, while quietly worrying about our future. I still did not know what was wrong with me even though I hoped I was merely suffering from a virus. But this hope too, gave way to my growing insecurities and I began to contemplate how we would earn enough money to survive if I physically couldn’t continue with our business. Would Silvia have enough strength to take care of me if I couldn’t manage on my own? I was sliding deeper into despair and concentrating more on what I was going through. The day crawled toward night.
When the night finally arrived, it was filled with anxiety. I was restless. I did not have any painful spasms that night, but the vertigo sensation was stronger…leaving me with the sensation of sleeping on a rocking boat. It was a long sleepless night.
