This is what migraine life can be like for me. Roiling seas, dark heavy clouds, but that ray of hope in the form of sunshine. Hope that on the days filled with migraine, there will be relief. Hope for the strength and fortitude that I can make it through. And hope that there will be a better future with advances in medicine, breakthrough techno gear, surgery, gene therapy or a miracle.
As foreboding as a day spent with migraine in the old brain can be, I look to those moments of when the grip of pain lapses, however briefly. Like the quick unexpected glow of an orange sun through charcoal gray skies and black seas, those gifts do come through. I see the sunset in storm clouds as a symbolic sign of hope that all is not lost.
For the last two months, my migraines have dipped from an average of 22 days to 17! I’ll take that reduction. I hope it continues. If not, at least I know there may be better times ahead.