I slept. Really slept. Opening my eyes, I realized I was deeply in the bed, not lying on top of it, rigid, as I had been for the past nine nights and mornings. I awoke with hope, not sorrow, gratitude, not resentment. My golden, Ollie, was nestled up against me, and I enjoyed a few minutes of quality time, just petting him and truly resting. I didn’t dread getting up to start the day.
The migraine attack had lifted. Ironically, after 46 years of living with these and writing an entire book about this disease being “so much more than a headache,” I had not realized that the migraine I had been living with over the last nine days explained so much of what I had been experiencing—overwhelming exhaustion, numbness in my eyes and forehead, a general feeling of being unwell,........