Michael and I epitomize the fact that age does not matter. We are soulmates and we can finish each others sentences and can have an entire conversation without speaking a word. In short he is the love of my life.
So Pam posed the question, "How long had the tumor been there?" The doctors don't know and there is no way to tell. However after Grandmama passed from a GBM on the left side, my father took me to have an MRI and they did not find anything. That was when I was 8. However 8 years later I began having migraines. The worst one was at Project SOAR right before we were supposed to leave on a horse packing trip. Paula took me to the doctor and then made me drink Pedialite. I was 16. Anyway the migraines were so bad and I knew when they were coming on because I t always went like this: 1) tunnel vision 2) vomit 3) pass out. When I woke up it would be gone. So the doctors said it was stress. I got so used to them that the symptoms all but disappeared.
My point is from 16 on I genuinely believe the tumor on my frontal lobe was affecting my impulses. Causing me to be misdiagnosed by multiple Psychiatrists, psychtherapists and even My regular doctors. It took 11 years for me to have it bad enough to ask for an MRI.
I am not the same person that I was when I was 19 or in Kentucky. All that time the tumor was pressing against my impulse center. I wonder how different my life would be if Snarla had been discovered in Kentucky. I definitely would have made better choices. However, I am who I am today because of everything I have been through. Though I have had a rough traumatic life I know it could always be worse and I thank God that it is not.
There were people in Kentucky who gave a strange girl a chance with their horses. I am very grateful to them. Then there is one in particular who I am still in contact with she wrote me a recommendation to work with Freya. There was one foal in particular that I was very close to I called him Rab because when he was born I thought he looked like a rabbit due to his ears. I don't know what happened to him, he is probably retired by now. But that relationship showed me how a bond between a horse and a human can positively influence ones life.
So Pam posed the question, "How long had the tumor been there?" The doctors don't know and there is no way to tell. However after Grandmama passed from a GBM on the left side, my father took me to have an MRI and they did not find anything. That was when I was 8. However 8 years later I began having migraines. The worst one was at Project SOAR right before we were supposed to leave on a horse packing trip. Paula took me to the doctor and then made me drink Pedialite. I was 16. Anyway the migraines were so bad and I knew when they were coming on because I t always went like this: 1) tunnel vision 2) vomit 3) pass out. When I woke up it would be gone. So the doctors said it was stress. I got so used to them that the symptoms all but disappeared.
My point is from 16 on I genuinely believe the tumor on my frontal lobe was affecting my impulses. Causing me to be misdiagnosed by multiple Psychiatrists, psychtherapists and even My regular doctors. It took 11 years for me to have it bad enough to ask for an MRI.
I am not the same person that I was when I was 19 or in Kentucky. All that time the tumor was pressing against my impulse center. I wonder how different my life would be if Snarla had been discovered in Kentucky. I definitely would have made better choices. However, I am who I am today because of everything I have been through. Though I have had a rough traumatic life I know it could always be worse and I thank God that it is not.
There were people in Kentucky who gave a strange girl a chance with their horses. I am very grateful to them. Then there is one in particular who I am still in contact with she wrote me a recommendation to work with Freya. There was one foal in particular that I was very close to I called him Rab because when he was born I thought he looked like a rabbit due to his ears. I don't know what happened to him, he is probably retired by now. But that relationship showed me how a bond between a horse and a human can positively influence ones life.
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