| | getting it all out (long!)
Me- WM, 43, married, father of 10-year old son.
Wed.-Returned from a short vacation last week and after riding in A/C vehicle for 8 hours, I unloaded the car in 90-degree heat, then drove my hot vehicle to A/C grocery for provisions, back to hot car to drive to in-laws to pick-up our mail. I felt a little dizzy while walking to their door but rationalized it was the temperature differentials and didn't give it much thought. That's when I fainted. Found myself in shrubs next to the front porch. I felt embarrassed but none the less stood up and let myself in, got the mail and drove home.
Thurs.-Called my doc and explained what happened and he asked me to come on in. He suspected a vaso-vagal response but for safety sake scheduled an EEG for last Friday.
Fri.-Went to Neurologist had EEG. The EEG tech said afterward that she didn't think I should drive home but would check with the Neurologist. He said my GP should make that call since I technically wasn't his patient. While removing the sensors from my scalp, the tech regaled me with the story of her brother who had recently had brain surgery to remove a tumor from his brain stem. She said he was doing well but still blind in the left eye (very reassuring story to be telling someone who has just been told they probably shouldn't be driving because their EEG results were "abnormal".) I drive back to my GP and meet him and he tells me no more driving until CAT scan this Wed. Then, I suppose it is up to the Neurologist as to what happens.
I'm scared to death.
My sister had a brain tumor in 1954 at the age of 6. She dealt with epilepsy her whole life until her accidental death in 1989. I remember her rough times growing up, being teased, being sheltered by parents that loved her so very much. She felt slighted, put upon, different. She just wanted to be like everyone else.
Silly, but after only a couple days of this experience I can see many things she complained about oh so clearly. I never really knew, and that makes me sad. I know I am very fortunate and should be grateful for what I have, but I can't help feeling angry about it at this point. I am abundantly aware that only time will give me some perspective on this but the waiting is always the hardest part.
I will apologize for the rambling, but I always feel better when I can write it all out.