Subtitle: Father Knows Best
Some understand Migraines, some don’t. It’s Father’s Day. Write a letter to your father or the man closest to you and talk to him about your migraines.
My dad has been deceased for almost thirty-five years. But I like to think he’s not too far away. So I’m going to write to him because I’d want him to know.
I miss you so much, even though we haven’t talked in eons. You, who came from a different era. You, who kids teased me were old enough to be my grandfather. Until that time, I’d never noticed. You were just my dad and not the gray haired man other people saw.
We forged a special bond, despite our fifty-three year difference in age. And after Mom died, as I wondered how was I going to take care of a 70 year old man with congestive heart failure, you were probably trying to figure out what to do with a teenager. We got it sorted out somehow, didn’t we?
One time you fought for me in a way I’ll always treasure. As this one boy was pushing to go out with me for “fun” because he already had a girlfriend, you hollared at him to leave me alone and not to ever show up around our house again! You must have been listening to his proposition. I was so flattered that you had my back and defended my honor.
Therefore, I know you would fight for me today. Dear daddy, I hurt so much from migraines. They take me out of the “ballgame” a lot; too darn much. I think you know a little about migraines because Mom had them, though she only had a few. On the other hand, my migraines are chronic and there doesn’t seem to be a damn thing anyone can do to make them go away.
You, who were so sweet and understanding. You, who didn’t want to see me get hurt. You helped me with a huge physical barrier when I was twenty. I was well endowed to the point of NY males feeling free and boisterous in making comments about my breasts. Clothes didn’t fit me, bra straps dug into my shoulders, and I walked with a slight hunch both from the embarassment and weight of those breasts. Back then, breast reduction was still relatively new, but you helped me through appointments, and you got your insurance to cover the surgery too. In 1977!
So I know today, you would look up Migraines in the dictionary and encyclopedias to better understand what I was going through. That’s the kind of dad you were. I loved you so much. Oh, but Dad? You can Google things now on a smart phone! Uhm, I’ll have to explain all that in another letter . . .
Love always, Your youngest daughter, Andrea
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