No, I was hoping the skull-crushing migraines would have improved, and I would have been able to return to work; alas, I am still on medical disability with migraine attacks every day.
I still don’t plan any activities out of fear I will have to cancel on friends or family members at the last minute because my migraine will decide to skyrocket to def-con ten.
I live life by the minute. My kids will call me and ask how I’m feeling, and if I’m OK, they’ll swing by for an impromptu baking afternoon, movie night, or to take a walk with me and the dog and catch up. It’s the same with my friends. They’ll pop in and ask me from one to ten how the migraine is, and if the number is reasonable, they pack me up the car, and off we go for a girl’s day. Usually, this means knitting, tea, lots of food, laughs, and sharing of woes. My mom and sister live farther away, making it difficult for them to pop in, but we text often, and when my head behaves, we visit.
But no, I did not imagine I would still be in this boat. Let’s hope I’ll be somewhere different by this time next year.
ROXANNA CROSS 
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