Saturday, March 8, 2014

My MS Skull Scar: Head Trauma and Multiple Sclerosis

Yes, head trauma can cause, or at least trigger multiple sclerosis. I was surprised that some of my blog readers did not know that.  Here is a link to many scholarly articles regarding the MS connection with head trauma, and you can Google the issue for hundreds more.

While just about everything "MS" remains a mystery, and we all probably 'got' it our own unique way, I have NO DOUBT that when a pick-up truck hit me, MS joined my life forever.

I was 10 years old, riding my bright red bike to a park near my home, pulled out of a gas station driveway, looked both ways down my small town Indiana street, flat and clear of cars, next thing I knew three teenage boys who had been sitting on a Goodwill dumpster yelled out, "STOP, you hit her!" I also saw a pick-up truck with ladders on side come to a halt, its back lights red. But I NEVER saw it before, nor did the boys see the actual collision, NOR did the gas station man right there see anything but the aftermath. Strange, right?

My head was stitched up. I was sent home. I never cried, actually enjoyed the cop car ride to hospital a block away. I vividly recall the painter (he looked sooo sad), the gas station man who approached me as I picked my bike up and started walking it home, "Where are you going?" (He had already called cops.) " Home." "I think you better come sit down for a minute."

So, yeah, I was in shock and out of it from impact until cops arrived---about 5-10 minutes?

Anyway, that spot on my head, dead center, was always a tender spot for me. I couldn't stand to have it touched until I was in my twenties.

When I was sent to have a MRI (my family doc noticed neurological symptoms, sent across street to a neuro and a 'traveling MRI' just happened to be in town, Seattle 1990--yep, back then MRI machines were few and far between. This one was in a mobile trailer ready to roll on its way.) the largest lesion was the size of my palm and located EXACTLY where I had been stitched up in 1967.

About a 15 years later I had a home health care lady over and she said, "Oh, yes, I see the scar."
WHAT?!! A part of me thought I might have made it up. Thank you dear older brothers for your continuing torments accusing me of lying, exaggerating, yep, to this day I hear my oldest brother's voice accusing me.

I had to see it. I had to believe. I grabbed a mirror. There it was and there it will always be. My MS scar.

After the pick-up accident, I started having symptoms on and off, but as a kid, I had no words for what was happening.

My reading and math abilities slowed down. I still aced all my tests so what could I say? I saw stars in gym class when we did tumbling, anytime pressure was on my head--"She just wants out of gym!" Even a doctor said that to my mom, right in front of me...what could I say? Only Aunt Violet believed me. She always took my side in this.

One day I was walking home from school, I must have been 11, my leg would not pick up. I stood, unable to move, on the sidewalk. I thought to myself, "Remember this. This means something."  After about 5 minutes it lifted again. I never told a soul until I was in my mid-thirties, after my MS DX at age 33.

Most MSers, recall certain moments of MS after they get an official  DX. But, mine are so exactly related to that head trauma...I have NO DOUBT.

I think it was 2000 that was touted to be "The Decade of The Brain," with promises of massive research and discoveries. Uh-huh.

4 comments:

Mary Gerdt said...

Yes, head trauma can cause, or at least trigger multiple sclerosis. I was surprised that some of my blog readers did not know that.  Here is a link to many scholarly articles regarding the MS connection with head trauma, and you can Google the issue for hundreds more.

While just about everything "MS" remains a mystery, and we all probably 'got' it our own unique way, I have NO DOUBT that when a pick-up truck hit me, MS joined my life forever.

I was 10 years old, riding my bright red bike to a park near my home, pulled out of a gas station driveway, looked both ways down my small town Indiana street, flat and clear of cars, next thing I knew three teenage boys who had been sitting on a Goodwill dumpster yelled out, "STOP, you hit her!" I also saw a pick-up truck with ladders on side come to a halt, its back lights red. But I NEVER saw it before, nor did the boys see the actual collision, NOR did the gas station man right there see anything but the aftermath. Strange, right?

My head was stitched up. I was sent home. I never cried, actually enjoyed the cop car ride to hospital a block away. I vividly recall the painter (he looked sooo sad), the gas station man who approached me as I picked my bike up and started walking it home, "Where are you going?" (He had already called cops.) " Home." "I think you better come sit down for a minute."

So, yeah, I was in shock and out of it from impact until cops arrived---about 5-10 minutes?

Anyway, that spot on my head, dead center, was always a tender spot for me. I couldn't stand to have it touched until I was in my twenties.

When I was sent to have a MRI (my family doc noticed neurological symptoms, sent across street to a neuro and a 'traveling MRI' just happened to be in town, Seattle 1990--yep, back then MRI machines were few and far between. This one was in a mobile trailer ready to roll on its way.) the largest lesion was the size of my palm and located EXACTLY where I had been stitched up in 1967.

About a 15 years later I had a home health care lady over and she said, "Oh, yes, I see the scar."
WHAT?!! A part of me thought I might have made it up. Thank you dear older brothers for your continuing torments accusing me of lying, exaggerating, yep, to this day I hear my oldest brother's voice accusing me.

I had to see it. I had to believe. I grabbed a mirror. There it was and there it will always be. My MS scar.

After the pick-up accident, I started having symptoms on and off, but as a kid, I had no words for what was happening.

My reading and math abilities slowed down. I still aced all my tests so what could I say? I saw stars in gym class when we did tumbling, anytime pressure was on my head--"She just wants out of gym!" Even a doctor said that to my mom, right in front of me...what could I say? Only Aunt Violet believed me. She always took my side in this.

One day I was walking home from school, I must have been 11, my leg would not pick up. I stood, unable to move, on the sidewalk. I thought to myself, "Remember this. This means something."  After about 5 minutes it lifted again. I never told a soul until I was in my mid-thirties, after my MS DX at age 33.

Most MSers, recall certain moments of MS after they get an official  DX. But, mine are so exactly related to that head trauma...I have NO DOUBT.

I think it was 2000 that was touted to be "The Decade of The Brain," with promises of massive research and discoveries. Uh-huh.

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Doug B said...

Yes, head trauma can cause, or at least trigger multiple sclerosis. I was surprised that some of my blog readers did not know that.  Here is a link to many scholarly articles regarding the MS connection with head trauma, and you can Google the issue for hundreds more.

While just about everything "MS" remains a mystery, and we all probably 'got' it our own unique way, I have NO DOUBT that when a pick-up truck hit me, MS joined my life forever.

I was 10 years old, riding my bright red bike to a park near my home, pulled out of a gas station driveway, looked both ways down my small town Indiana street, flat and clear of cars, next thing I knew three teenage boys who had been sitting on a Goodwill dumpster yelled out, "STOP, you hit her!" I also saw a pick-up truck with ladders on side come to a halt, its back lights red. But I NEVER saw it before, nor did the boys see the actual collision, NOR did the gas station man right there see anything but the aftermath. Strange, right?

My head was stitched up. I was sent home. I never cried, actually enjoyed the cop car ride to hospital a block away. I vividly recall the painter (he looked sooo sad), the gas station man who approached me as I picked my bike up and started walking it home, "Where are you going?" (He had already called cops.) " Home." "I think you better come sit down for a minute."

So, yeah, I was in shock and out of it from impact until cops arrived---about 5-10 minutes?

Anyway, that spot on my head, dead center, was always a tender spot for me. I couldn't stand to have it touched until I was in my twenties.

When I was sent to have a MRI (my family doc noticed neurological symptoms, sent across street to a neuro and a 'traveling MRI' just happened to be in town, Seattle 1990--yep, back then MRI machines were few and far between. This one was in a mobile trailer ready to roll on its way.) the largest lesion was the size of my palm and located EXACTLY where I had been stitched up in 1967.

About a 15 years later I had a home health care lady over and she said, "Oh, yes, I see the scar."
WHAT?!! A part of me thought I might have made it up. Thank you dear older brothers for your continuing torments accusing me of lying, exaggerating, yep, to this day I hear my oldest brother's voice accusing me.

I had to see it. I had to believe. I grabbed a mirror. There it was and there it will always be. My MS scar.

After the pick-up accident, I started having symptoms on and off, but as a kid, I had no words for what was happening.

My reading and math abilities slowed down. I still aced all my tests so what could I say? I saw stars in gym class when we did tumbling, anytime pressure was on my head--"She just wants out of gym!" Even a doctor said that to my mom, right in front of me...what could I say? Only Aunt Violet believed me. She always took my side in this.

One day I was walking home from school, I must have been 11, my leg would not pick up. I stood, unable to move, on the sidewalk. I thought to myself, "Remember this. This means something."  After about 5 minutes it lifted again. I never told a soul until I was in my mid-thirties, after my MS DX at age 33.

Most MSers, recall certain moments of MS after they get an official  DX. But, mine are so exactly related to that head trauma...I have NO DOUBT.

I think it was 2000 that was touted to be "The Decade of The Brain," with promises of massive research and discoveries. Uh-huh.

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Tricia said...

Yes, head trauma can cause, or at least trigger multiple sclerosis. I was surprised that some of my blog readers did not know that.  Here is a link to many scholarly articles regarding the MS connection with head trauma, and you can Google the issue for hundreds more.

While just about everything "MS" remains a mystery, and we all probably 'got' it our own unique way, I have NO DOUBT that when a pick-up truck hit me, MS joined my life forever.

I was 10 years old, riding my bright red bike to a park near my home, pulled out of a gas station driveway, looked both ways down my small town Indiana street, flat and clear of cars, next thing I knew three teenage boys who had been sitting on a Goodwill dumpster yelled out, "STOP, you hit her!" I also saw a pick-up truck with ladders on side come to a halt, its back lights red. But I NEVER saw it before, nor did the boys see the actual collision, NOR did the gas station man right there see anything but the aftermath. Strange, right?

My head was stitched up. I was sent home. I never cried, actually enjoyed the cop car ride to hospital a block away. I vividly recall the painter (he looked sooo sad), the gas station man who approached me as I picked my bike up and started walking it home, "Where are you going?" (He had already called cops.) " Home." "I think you better come sit down for a minute."

So, yeah, I was in shock and out of it from impact until cops arrived---about 5-10 minutes?

Anyway, that spot on my head, dead center, was always a tender spot for me. I couldn't stand to have it touched until I was in my twenties.

When I was sent to have a MRI (my family doc noticed neurological symptoms, sent across street to a neuro and a 'traveling MRI' just happened to be in town, Seattle 1990--yep, back then MRI machines were few and far between. This one was in a mobile trailer ready to roll on its way.) the largest lesion was the size of my palm and located EXACTLY where I had been stitched up in 1967.

About a 15 years later I had a home health care lady over and she said, "Oh, yes, I see the scar."
WHAT?!! A part of me thought I might have made it up. Thank you dear older brothers for your continuing torments accusing me of lying, exaggerating, yep, to this day I hear my oldest brother's voice accusing me.

I had to see it. I had to believe. I grabbed a mirror. There it was and there it will always be. My MS scar.

After the pick-up accident, I started having symptoms on and off, but as a kid, I had no words for what was happening.

My reading and math abilities slowed down. I still aced all my tests so what could I say? I saw stars in gym class when we did tumbling, anytime pressure was on my head--"She just wants out of gym!" Even a doctor said that to my mom, right in front of me...what could I say? Only Aunt Violet believed me. She always took my side in this.

One day I was walking home from school, I must have been 11, my leg would not pick up. I stood, unable to move, on the sidewalk. I thought to myself, "Remember this. This means something."  After about 5 minutes it lifted again. I never told a soul until I was in my mid-thirties, after my MS DX at age 33.

Most MSers, recall certain moments of MS after they get an official  DX. But, mine are so exactly related to that head trauma...I have NO DOUBT.

I think it was 2000 that was touted to be "The Decade of The Brain," with promises of massive research and discoveries. Uh-huh.

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Diane J Standiford said...

Yes, head trauma can cause, or at least trigger multiple sclerosis. I was surprised that some of my blog readers did not know that.  Here is a link to many scholarly articles regarding the MS connection with head trauma, and you can Google the issue for hundreds more.

While just about everything "MS" remains a mystery, and we all probably 'got' it our own unique way, I have NO DOUBT that when a pick-up truck hit me, MS joined my life forever.

I was 10 years old, riding my bright red bike to a park near my home, pulled out of a gas station driveway, looked both ways down my small town Indiana street, flat and clear of cars, next thing I knew three teenage boys who had been sitting on a Goodwill dumpster yelled out, "STOP, you hit her!" I also saw a pick-up truck with ladders on side come to a halt, its back lights red. But I NEVER saw it before, nor did the boys see the actual collision, NOR did the gas station man right there see anything but the aftermath. Strange, right?

My head was stitched up. I was sent home. I never cried, actually enjoyed the cop car ride to hospital a block away. I vividly recall the painter (he looked sooo sad), the gas station man who approached me as I picked my bike up and started walking it home, "Where are you going?" (He had already called cops.) " Home." "I think you better come sit down for a minute."

So, yeah, I was in shock and out of it from impact until cops arrived---about 5-10 minutes?

Anyway, that spot on my head, dead center, was always a tender spot for me. I couldn't stand to have it touched until I was in my twenties.

When I was sent to have a MRI (my family doc noticed neurological symptoms, sent across street to a neuro and a 'traveling MRI' just happened to be in town, Seattle 1990--yep, back then MRI machines were few and far between. This one was in a mobile trailer ready to roll on its way.) the largest lesion was the size of my palm and located EXACTLY where I had been stitched up in 1967.

About a 15 years later I had a home health care lady over and she said, "Oh, yes, I see the scar."
WHAT?!! A part of me thought I might have made it up. Thank you dear older brothers for your continuing torments accusing me of lying, exaggerating, yep, to this day I hear my oldest brother's voice accusing me.

I had to see it. I had to believe. I grabbed a mirror. There it was and there it will always be. My MS scar.

After the pick-up accident, I started having symptoms on and off, but as a kid, I had no words for what was happening.

My reading and math abilities slowed down. I still aced all my tests so what could I say? I saw stars in gym class when we did tumbling, anytime pressure was on my head--"She just wants out of gym!" Even a doctor said that to my mom, right in front of me...what could I say? Only Aunt Violet believed me. She always took my side in this.

One day I was walking home from school, I must have been 11, my leg would not pick up. I stood, unable to move, on the sidewalk. I thought to myself, "Remember this. This means something."  After about 5 minutes it lifted again. I never told a soul until I was in my mid-thirties, after my MS DX at age 33.

Most MSers, recall certain moments of MS after they get an official  DX. But, mine are so exactly related to that head trauma...I have NO DOUBT.

I think it was 2000 that was touted to be "The Decade of The Brain," with promises of massive research and discoveries. Uh-huh.

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