As of today, I have had a constant headache for two-thousand one hundred and ninety days. Diagnosis of New Daily Persistent Headache means I can remember the date my headache started. I remember October 26, 2005. It also was the date of my first Migraine attack which turned into Chronic Migraine as I had a constant daily Migraine. As I described in a previous post, Scariest Migraine Attack Ever: What I Didn't Know, the mishandling of treatment and diagnosis of that first Migraine attack was a nail in my neurological coffin.
Yep, six years ago was a changing day in my life, but six years and eleven days ago was even better!
Saturday, October 15, 2005, George proposed and I said yes. It happened to be "Sweetest Day" a silly Hallmark holiday in this part of the country that I don't recognize or understand. But that day was pretty sweet!
Saturday morning, George picked me up at my apartment and we went to our favorite breakfast place for brunch. We must've been really glowing because the waitress commented on how obviously in love we were. Little did she know, we would remember what she said because it was ironic that it would be on the day George proposed.
I had helped George pick out my engagement ring a couple weeks before though I walked away when he paid for it so I would not know when it would be ready after it had been sized or when he'd propose. My engagement ring is a ring with three diamonds and detailing on the side that has special significance to us. "You, me and Jesus." When we're going through an exceptionally difficult time (which is often), George picks up my left hand, pointing to each diamond he says, "you, me and Jesus are going to get through this." Jesus being the one that is holding us together.
After brunch we went for a walk because it was a beautiful day with the leaves changing colors down a path that was special to us. We passed up the wooden bench under a willow tree where he'd first kissed me and where I had always thought he'd propose. But we kept walking and walking and the sidewalk was covered with goose droppings. George made a game out of it and we jumped around the goose poop laughing. And then we came to the end of the trail in a clearing where he stopped me with a squeeze of the hand and got down on one knee.
Remembering that moment, I can see in my mind how beautiful a day it was with blue skies and rustling trees of different shades, the sun was truly shining and I remember him picking me up and spinning me around in happiness. Of course we had to come back through the goose poop as it was the only way. We danced through it, back to my apartment where we told Knightley and called my parents and George's. My head was in the clouds and it stayed there for eleven days.
We have had to walk through a lot of goose poop together, and even though today makes me remember the day all this started, I am choosing to focus on and be thankful for the fact that George has been by my side the whole time.