Tasha's Story

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March 22, 2012

Throughout my whole life I was fairly healthy. Maybe a broken arm when I was young and a bad case of the flu was the worse. Life was great for me.

 

I was 26, married, just had my daughter and had been living on my own for a little over 5 years.  I have been working since I was 16, and life was good. About 5 months after giving birth to a healthy - and I mean 9lbs 12oz healthy little girl - I started to experience dizziness, nausea, vomiting and headaches like you wouldn't believe. After numerous doctor visits and one gallbladder removal, they had no answers for me. Finally one day I went to the ER and at last had an answer: a brain tumor.

 

The first thing you think when someone tells you have a brain tumor is, “Am I going to die?”. At least, that was my thought. I was reassured that it was in a good area for operation. I had a 12 hour operation to remove a tumor they call an Ependymoma. They took out over 95% of the tumor, but I was left with side effects. The surgery causes partial paralysis to the right side of my body, including effects to my vision and my balance.  Losing ability to swallow properly caused me to aspirate and had to have an emergency tracheotomy and feeding tube put in. I had never been so scared in my life. I had to spend a month in a rehab for trach care and basically to learn to walk again. I only got to see my 6 month old daughter once a week for an hour or less and my husband on the weekends. Luckily my mom came everyday and spent time helping me clean myself, which was better than having a nurse do it, sit with me, read with me, because I couldn't talk, and support me. I don't know what I would have done if my mom wasn't there; and she almost wasn't because she just finished all her treatments after stage 4 breast cancer almost took her. I truly believe God kept her here because if she wasn't I don't know who could have taken care of my daughter.

 

I am now doing well. I still suffer from balance issues and vision problems. The right side of my face doesn't move and I can't chew on that side. I don't drive anymore and now my husband, my daughter and I live with my mom and her husband.

 

My life went from being 100% independent to having to rely on everyone else. But when I get to see my daughter grow and change every day, and see how healthy she is, I thank God that I am still on this earth.