What is Aphasia? …….Aphasia is a
condition that robs you of the ability to communicate. It can affect your
ability to speak, write and understand language, both verbal and written. That
is the technical definition that I found on the web……
To me, Aphasia is so much more. Aphasia
is heartbreaking, sad, frustrating, unfair, and hilarious all in one. Watching
a loved one search desperately for simple words isn’t easy. Often times I help
by finishing her sentences. (I have been doing that for my husband for years.) I know I’m not “helping” when I do this but I
can’t help myself. I hate to see the pain in my daughter’s eyes as she searches
for such a simple word.
I have Googled the word Aphasia so many
times that I think I have worn out those letters on my keyboard. There is no
quick fix for Aphasia, trust me I’ve looked. Two years ago my daughter was hit
by a car and had a portion of her left temporal lobe removed. Aphasia didn’t
rear its ugly head until 6 months after her accident. It was always there, but in the beginning we
had bigger hurdles to pass before we were even aware of the Aphasia. Hurdles
like; brain swelling, emerging from a coma, learning to hold her head up, sit,
walk, swallow etc. My daughter is tougher than the average bear. She has faced
every obstacle like a true warrior.
Aphasia seems to be the obstacle that
is keeping her furthest from the finish line. Just like an episode of Ninja
Warrior, she has barreled through so many tough obstacles on the course of life.
Aphasia is similar to “The Flying Shelf Grab.” She is so close, she makes
contact with the shelf, but she just can’t hold on. She is undoubtedly a crowd
favorite and has an army of supporters.
She will get this….I just know it. In true warrior fashion she will
regroup and work hard to regain what was lost.
I have watched in awe from the
sidelines as the child I gave birth to emerged as such a fighter. She started
life with an APGAR score of 3 and proved herself as a fighter on her very first
day of life. As a mother I have learned
to roll with the punches and laugh when things aren’t always so funny. In the
beginning when she was regaining the ability to speak she never called me by
the right name. I was often referred to as “grandma” or “Jason” or whatever
garbled sound she was able to make. I have spent hours in doctor office waiting
rooms being yelled at in incoherent speech due to my daughter’s frustration.
Again, I had to look to my sense of humor to manage as a room full of patients stared
and wondered what the hell was going on in the corner of the waiting room.
Things are still not easy; having a
loved one who doesn’t always understand simple words is tough. The brain is so
complex that even the experts stand back and scratch their heads. I am
committed to finding the absolute best when it comes to rehabilitation for my
kid. The problem with Aphasia is that no two cases are alike. There is no
cookie cutter plan of action. Rewiring ones brain isn’t easy, especially when
the main pathway to language (left temporal lobe) is not just damaged it is
gone. It is similar to crossing a bridge that is no longer there. I am
confident that we will find a way to either back up and find an alternate route
or rebuild a bridge that is stronger than the original one. It will take some
time but we are in this for the long haul.
Brain injuries and Aphasia don’t give a
clear-cut diagnosis. Experts can only say that patients continue to improve
years after the injury. Rewiring the brain takes time and patience. No two
injuries are alike and no one knows what makes one patient improve while
another does not. Often times I field questions from people like; will she ever
be normal? What I want to say is “Will you always be rude and stupid?” Instead, I bite my tongue, smile and say; we
are hopeful, and please continue to pray for her recovery. I then say a quick prayer that this person
gets a terrible case of explosive diarrhea next time she wears her favorite
white pants.
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