About Me

Name: Jane H.
Location: Seattle, WA

    I am someone who has tried to dance right side up for a long time.  It never quite worked.  I never did seem to learn "the proper" dance steps. I was always dancing to a different beat - often to a calliope. 

    Midlife found me making some huge changes and having even larger changes made for me in the form of two head injuries 3 years apart.

Think of me as aged swiss cheese: 

The block is still sharp but has holes! 

    Currently I am forging new dendrite trails through this altered landscape. The old landmarks are gone.  What I counted on before is no longer true.  I am not saying the journey is horrible but it is challenging.  There is also good along with the difficult for there is almost always a silver lining to every cloud. 

This blog is:

• A Cranial Chronicle
• A Medium for Musings
  
• A Pool of Ponderings
• A Review of Research
• And Notes on News
  

Ps.  I will leave off with alliterations in most of the blog.  No guarantees about puns!

Pps.  Yes, that is a picture of me.  Hormones do wonders . . . so does using a photograph from 3rd grade.

Comments

[Jenny Devaud]

Hello, a friend from here in Boulder, CO, told me about your blog. I also have an MTBI so I can relate to what you write about. I plan to follow your blog and will post a link on my website, too.

[Beth's Brain Injury Blog]

Hey Jane,
Absolutely love the Swiss cheese comparison. Still sharp but with holes. That's great! Your blog has been added to my blogroll.

[Linda Parsons]

The neurologists never even mentioned MTBI. They went "might" and "maybe" Parkinsons. They never responded to my 3 or 4 concussions in 2 years, one concussion happening right before I saw them. My girls in a panic moved me the assisted living at VCCC.

Two months later we saw a neurologist in Seattle. The neurologist said I DEFINITELY DID NOT HAVE PARKINSONS. It was probably the concussions and my improperly taking of bipolar medication (which was obvious with my blood tests) and being overmedicated that made me goofy. BUT their misdiagnosis brought me to Vashon Island where I feel so welcomed and in awe of the people I have met through one on one and emails.

How can I feel mad or sad about the mis-diagnosis when such good came out of it . . . beside I now live 2 miles from my daughter and grandchildren.

Coming to this website is a gift from God and Jane H. I have already read so much that has touched me and I look forward to visiting here often. I even put today's messages from you all on my "favorite" list on my computer.

You CAN make good come from bad. You CAN find good in bad. You just have to WANT to do the work. DO the footwork and you will get what you NEED. It isn't always easy. But we are not alone. You are not alone. Linda