Mar 27, 2019
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My Name is Sam and I thought it would be a good idea to share my story even if it’s just starting.
I’m 41 and at the end of last year I was diagnosed with MCI. Of course, that was after dealing with injuries that started in 2014. I injured my back then and returned to work after doing therapy and
pain management. That’s when the meds came. Norco and lyrica.
After 3 years I injured my back. Again. During 2015, I started forgetting little things and brought it to my doctor a few times over the three years.
He just said the meds can have side effects and to stop lyrica. So I did. After being treated and ready to return to work, I found out my job was not held and after 12 years I was let go.
Well with four kids and one that is Autistic, this was a shock to my family and I.
Now that I filled in some of the past, I’ll get everyone up to date.
I was lucky enough to have a support system to help me with it.
After years of begging my doctor for him to look into the moods and memory problems, he finally did because of my. She went with me and explained my day-to-day and how much my memory has gotten worse. For some time, my doctor always said it’s desperation. I won’t argue with that fact — when you’re hurt and lose your job and have a family, desperation can happen. I was lucky enough to have a support system to help me with it.
So I was sent to a numerologist. He did some tests in his office and talked about my past. Then setup a MRI and a four-hour neurophysiology test. After doing the test without having the MRI done I was diagnosed with MCI. After months of fighting with my insurance company my MRI was approved and done.
The MRI results were not what I would of liked to see but at least it’s done. Results were small vessel disease. I have a upcoming appointment in April to see what your next move is. This is the part that anyone would dread – the waiting.
Talk about a smack to the face.
My neuropsychologist said this is my new normal. Talk about a smack to the face. When she told me that, my oldest was with me and my phone was on speaker. That hurt more than her telling me what she said. Since then, I’ve wondered if I should start making videos for my kids before they will only have me as a shell. For my grandkids. That’s my thoughts as of now. I have good days and bad just like anyone else. But I also have a great partner in my journey ahead — my wife.
Before all of this came about I was working on a logo to help benefit Autism. We started 1Timer. We associated it with hockey and the benefit of concentration of the game.
After my diagnosis, we put it on the back burner. Now I’m back at it and realize that the platform can be used for mental health as a whole. Plus it’s helping me from depression.
Just talking about everything helps and I’ve made some good friends doing it. It doesn’t necessarily have to be someone close to you to make you feel better. Don’t get me wrong, I have moments of anxiety and a million things running through my head. But I breath and talk to someone.
Thank you for letting me share my story.