My Story

mother holding newborn baby on chest in hospital

Telling my story has always been a strong battle between the desire to spread awareness and the bitterness of what happened to me.

I never used to be sick. I was perfectly healthy for 25 years. My immune system was fantastic. Then I made the one decision that changed my life entirely.

But this isn’t about the dangers of getting an epidural. Accidents happen. 

You just never think they will happen to you.

You never think the needle will go too far.

You never think that your entire anatomical being will be thrown out of balance based off of one simple decision that countless women make every day.

But then all of a sudden, it’s too late. The damage has been done, and what good will regret do?

You can only keep fighting. Fighting for an answer. Fighting for a cure. Fighting for strength and endurance and freedom.

For 25 years I was perfectly healthy. But now is the time for God to use me. Now is the time for God to work through me so that His glory may be revealed.

mother and baby in hospital bed

In January 2017, I gave birth to my first child. Unknowingly at the time, the epidural needle had punctured too deep, causing spinal fluid to leak out from around my brain. After a few days of excruciating headaches from my brain basically sitting on my skull, the leak was repaired.

However, over the next few months, I gradually began to experience strange symptoms.

My hearing became altered to where I could hear my own heartbeat and breathing louder than the sounds around me. My eyes felt bruised anytime I looked around. I was experiencing dizzy spells. I was waking up every morning with such miserable aching as if I had the flu.

Then the headaches began. I had rarely had headaches before, but something about these didn’t feel normal. They pulsated with such pressure that I thought I would pass out. Even stranger, the same pain was in my back, making me nauseated to no end.

From one specialist referral to another and test after test, no one could find an answer. Everything from allergies to meningitis was suggested. ER doctors settled for migraines, and I was constantly prescribed medication that didn’t work.

Finally, in October 2017, a spinal tap was performed that revealed my body was rapidly producing too much spinal fluid.

I spent the next year in and out the hospital, trying every form of treatment and medication I could. 

I lost my job, my car, my home, and irreplaceable time with my baby and family. 

I wanted to give up. Never being able to find relief, I was tormented.

But even when medication failed, my God redeemed me. My strength and endurance were always replenished. 

I learned not to regret what happened to me but to be thankful that it did. 

I had grown too comfortable in my so-called Christian life. I had backslidden further than I ever thought I could. If I had never gotten sick, I would still be on that same path.

Instead, God is renewing my body and spirit every day. He is showing me my place on this earth. He is revealing the true beauty of life and all the lessons that come with it.

Let the doctors continue to say there is no cure. By His stripes, I am healed!

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.

– Romans 8:18

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