Dawn Maracle
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Migraine: The Silent Suffering
The first time I realized I was sick and in pain was in 1957. I was 2 years old, sitting on a piano stool getting my photo taken, wearing a grey Russell Sage College sweatshirt and corduroy pants with cuffed legs that had a checkered print on the cuffs. My brain was buzzing with keen observations and excruciating pain behind my left eye. Nausea welled up inside me. I was dying to be anywhere but on that stool. I think my mind recorded every sight, sound and smell in that room. The window, the curtains, the light was so bright coming through the window and shining in my face. I was sick and I knew it. This was my first memory of a long journey of chronic pain and suffering beyond what anyone should have to bear or deserves.
By Dawn Maracle5 years ago in Longevity