Moving Out

Sorry I'm still not back to a regular posting schedule. Last Thursday, the counseling session was fantastic, and it prepared me emotionally for the appointment later in the day with the detective. The therapist helped me put the whole attack in perspective. I cried a good deal, and was able to discuss not only the attack, but also, all of the stress involved with our landlords. Unfortunately, we have to move. It has all been pretty unexpected, but step by step, it has become more and more uncomfortable to live here. All Danny and I want is a safe and happy home where we can focus on being healthy. We are moving out tomorrow. Each step of the way, dealing with our landlords, has been painful and sad. I wish I could say everything horrible that they've done, but I feel like it would be an ugly decision for me to make. There's no need for me to drag their names through the mud. They know what they've done, and how they've acted, and I'm not going to be able to teach them a lesson about kindness, empathy, or anything else. If there's one thing that I feel certain about, it's that you can't teach anyone anything. You can only be yourself, be honest, stand up for yourself, and avoid unnecessary stress/drama whenever possible.

Speaking of stress and drama, we've got only the good kind for the next two days. My parents will be here tonight, and we'll be packing today, then tomorrow we move out and into our new home. I have another counseling session tomorrow night, and I know that it will help me continue to heal. I feel like things are getting better and better. I feel relieved to get the therapy I need, the promise of a safe home with new landlords, time to heal and gain strength so that I can focus on  preparing for the clinical trial.

I need to be strong physically, mentally and emotionally. I must feel confident, yet relaxed and ready to conquer the world if I'm going to successfully undergo another brain surgery. For now I'm happy to I have the time to get back to walking the lake, then jogging the lake, focus on eating healthy, trying new recipes, stretching my limbs with yoga, and enjoying each moment of my amazing life. I'm so lucky, and happy to be alive. Even when things are tough, I'm still grateful to be breathing. Over the past few weeks, even at the lowest point, although I was scared, I just hoped and hoped that things would just get better. I day dreamed of jogging the lake, of laughing with friends, of walking to the grocery store and enjoying the little things of my daily life. All of those hopes, all of the wishing, culminated on Saturday night at our friends Laura & Eric's wedding. Finally, Dan and I were able to laugh, dance, visit with friends, enjoy the gorgeous day, the fresh air, the beautiful faces and happiness of their family and friends. It was perfect. Weddings are so much fun, especially when they're for people you love. Over the course of Saturday night I became more and more confident that Dan and I are going to pull through any hard times. I remembered that life isn't about the big things (cancer, the attack, the landlords, etc.), it's about hugs, laughter, stories, dancing, and love.

I'm Back!

I've been writing and erasing this blog post for two days. I keep trying, but there's just so much that has happened. It's all overwhelming. There's so much to say, and yet I don't even want to think about it. On the other hand, I want to purge, to barf it all out and then maybe I'll feel better.

Thank you so much for being patient with me. The past few weeks have been a blur.

I've had an aura while shopping at Bed, Bath & Beyond and a small seizure the next day at Target while shopping for a new shower curtain and bath mat. Too bad I didn't figure out the connection until it happened twice. After that, I was home bound. I was lightheaded, dizzy, and slept 15-16 hours a day. I didn't leave the house for a week, and I was still incredibly dizzy and nauseous, but I was desperate to get to a counselor to talk about what happened. Instead of trying to get on two buses to get to the therapist, I scheduled a taxi. While I was riding in the taxi, we didn't get more than three blocks from my house, I had an aura. I desperately pleaded to the taxi driver to stop the car. He had been talking, and his accent was similar to my attacker's. I don't know if it was the stress from the moving vehicle, the light from the sunny day, the fact that I was headed to a counselor to talk about the incident, or the accent that put me over the edge. I asked the taxi driver to slowly get me home and I had to cancel the therapy session. I also rescheduled the appointment for the following day with the detective so that Dan could join me. I was afraid that I might have an aura, or a seizure, and I needed the moral and physical support of Danny. Dan knows tricks to stop an aura from turning into a seizure. He keeps ice water near me, puts the pills under my tongue, helps isolate me from bright lights, and sounds. He gently massages my scalp or temples, and gets me breathing regularly.

So, tomorrow morning, my dad and I are going to leave an hour early for a new counseling appointment. He will pull over if I'm dizzy or sick, or if I start to get vertigo (first step of an aura). We will give an hour to get 15 minutes, but I am determined to get mental help. For the first time in years, I really need professional help to get through this.

We've postponed the UCLA tests twice because we were afraid of my health situation, the stress could induce seizures. We were supposed to fly this Sunday and I would have the tests Monday, and Tuesday with a brain surgery on Thursday, but I am in no state for a brain surgery, let alone travel. We spoke via email with my fabulous neurosurgeon, Dr Liau, and told her everything. She agreed that it would be best to put off the trial until I'm back on my feet, when I'm emotionally, physically, and mentally healthy. At this point, we are expecting to continue the testing and brain surgery sometime in the middle of October. We feel that this will give me the time to get back to walking, then running, to leave the house and make it to the grocery store with company then finally on my own. I have not left the house alone since my first aura. I have not made it to a store since the seizure over a week ago. I just walked the lake with Danny for the first time two days ago. I am taking baby steps, and I'm still dealing with an incredible amount of stress due to the ongoing criminal investigation (not to mention our landlords who are friends with the maintenance man...things have been ugly).

I appreciate all of your support, so does Danny - and of course, my whole family. I will get through this, just like all of the other little things that I've conquered in the past. No one will keep me down. I have more health issues than most, but I know how to slowly work back into a normal state. In no time, I will be independent (able to leave the home alone), healthy, and happy again.

After my therapy appointment tomorrow morning, the sexual crimes detective is coming by for my statement. Tomorrow will be a HUGE day. More than once I have wished that I didn't have to report this crime, that I could just fall into a bottle of wine and never discuss what happened ever again. But I know that if I remain silent, this pervert will attack another woman in her home. And maybe next time it'll be worse. I never would have expected this man to hurt me in any way, and that, in my opinion, is the worst kind of offender. They make you feel safe, then once they gain your trust......

I've sobbed a bunch, and have been so confused, but I know that will survive this. This trusting island girl needs to recognize that there are very bad people out there, and sometimes your flags don't turn red. It makes me sad.

After such a serious post, I'd like to share a fun text message that made me laugh...

Message from Dan

Hello everyone, this is Dan

Since Jess was attacked on Tuesday, she has been dealing with a incredible amount of stress inducing situations. She has been dealing with; getting our locks changed, working with police officers and detectives on the pending criminal case of her attacker, scheduling her recently approved tests with UCLA to possibly start her clinical trial, scheduling her travel itinerary to UCLA, all the while going through the process of dealing with her attack.

Due to all this stress Jess had an aura on Thursday, followed by another on Friday. The two Auras happened while shopping for replacement items for the bathroom in an attempt to change the decor. All this has lead to me declaring a technological lock down and putting Jess on 'restriction'. She will not be allowed to blog, text or email until her level of stress has sufficiently decreased. Please do not take her lack of correspondence personally, it is a necessary action to preserve her health.

Jessica is extremely worn down and needs to let her body rejuvenate itself. I will be postponing her appointments at UCLA for one week. Hopefully this will give her enough time to start healing and speak to the detective handling the criminal case of her attacker on Friday.

Thank you for all of your support and sympathy for Jess, she will be back soon. Probably sooner then I wish.

Attack

Yesterday I was attacked in my shower by my maintenance man. I am terrified. The police are involved. I might not blog for a bit. Thank you for understanding.