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Friday and Saturday are crammed full of sessions at American Headache Society symposium, Sunday is the American Headache & Migraine Association patient conference. I’ve been fretting for days about how I’m going to feel over the weekend and which sessions I’ll be able to attend.

The worrying was initially disguised as planning:

Which talks do I most want to hear?
Should I conserve energy for the patient conference or go all out at the symposium?
Do I go to the Saturday night cocktail hour and mingle or rest?

Those are all reasonable questions but they devolved quickly into worrying:

I haven’t been able to get out of the house before 1 p.m. in weeks, how can I expect to make it to the meetings?
Will I even have enough stamina to commit to a few hours Friday and Saturday and all day Sunday?
The forecast shows rain for the weekend, will I be able to attend anything?
I hope I don’t waste the money I spent to attend the symposium?
Will I even be coherent when I meet people at the patient conference?
Will I even be able to stand at the patient conference?

Stressing out now is not going to improve my chances of having a successful weekend, so I’m practicing mindfulness to keep myself calm and grounded. When I catch my mind churning, I remind myself that I can’t know what will happen this weekend until it arrives and that right now is the only moment that matters. I bring myself back to the present, close my eyes, and breathe for a few minutes.

This strategy kept me from getting worked up yesterday and I’m determined to keep practicing mindfulness throughout the week. Maybe reducing my stress will give me a better chance at being able to attend all the sessions I want to. Maybe not. At least I’ll know I attempted to live in each day this week rather than giving my moments over to fears about something I cannot control.

(And I hope that committing to a mindfulness practice publicly will help me stick with it.)

Having just drafted a post on gratitude for Migraine.com, the topic was fresh in my mind when I couldn’t sleep the other night. Instead of obsessing over why I was tossing and turning, I mulled over things I am thankful for. Each day I list three things I am grateful for as part of my strategy to keep chronic migraine from overwhelming me; this is more of a global list. As I feel like I’ve been a complainer on here lately, I wanted to share it with you all so you see that I’m not miserable and depressed! And to share how rich a life can be even with chronic illness.

A husband who understands how debilitating a migraine attack is and often has a better grasp on how I feel than I do.
My family for being loving, caring and messy in the way only family can be.
Migraine friends who truly get what my days are like and non-migraine friends who try.
The people I get to connect with through this blog. I’m not able to be as connected as I’d like, but everyone who reaches out to me touches my heart and is in my thoughts.
Old friends who wait patiently while I burrow in my self-imposed migraine nest of rarely communicating with anyone.
My sister, who keeps calling, texting and playing Words With Friends with me even when I retreat into migraine solitude.
The amazing team of doctors that I kind of stumbled upon when I moved back here.
People who knew me before the chronic migraine became too severe to take Advil and ignore — the ones who are so understanding because they remember me as vivacious.
My nieces and nephew, with whom I was fortunate to see often when they were young. I’ve missed them so much the last five years, but am so proud of the teenagers they have become.
COBRA and pre-existing condition health care coverage, which allow my husband to pursue his dream of starting his own business.
Jack Kornfield’s guided meditations, which showed me how to heal, particularly Guided Meditations for Self-Healing.
Tara Brach, whose guided meditations and podcast talks have taught me how to experience emotions without being carried away by them. (She has also published a great book, but my favorite resources are those on her website, all of which are free!)
How to Be Sick, a book by Toni Bernhard that applies principles of Buddhism to life with chronic illness in a straightforward, non-preachy manner.
The Anatomy of Hopeby Jerome Groopman, which taught me that hope is not a blind wish, but the belief that one can live a good life against all odds.
Anne Lamott’s writing, especially in the writing guide Bird by Bird and her willingness to share imperfect, thought-provoking and hilarious missives on Facebook.
That I was able to attend some of the American Headache Society symposium and felt like my engaged, intelligent self while there. And for the dedicated, compassionate, caring physicians, psychologists and researchers I met there.
That Excedrin Migraine changed their ad in response to the outcry of The Daily Headache readers.
Getting into the groove of writing and that feeling when I get a sentence or phrase just right.
The friends who are so supportive of my writing.
Being able to read books again. Proof that chronic migraine can improve and we can get back the things we lost.
Doctors who pursue unlikely avenues of inquiry.
That I’m a natural optimist.
Pinterest for migraine distractions. Facebook for keeping me somewhat connected to the world even when I’m hibernating. And Words With Friends for giving me a chance to play with loved ones I rarely see.
Friends who don’t mind if I sit on their couch like a zombie because I’ve had a migraine for a week and need new scenery. Even when I smell like a zombie, too.
That I know what the basic structure of my book will be. No idea when I’ll have the energy and mental wherewithal to write it, but it will be a tool to help people with chronic illness live happy, rewarding lives.
Baking. Nothing I bake is safe for my severely restricted migraine diet, but the process of baking brings me so much joy.
Fall weather in Phoenix.
My adorable yellow house in Central Phoenix.
Oven roasted Brussels sprouts with garlic added. Really.
That sleep is usually easy.
The quirky, funny, unconditionally loving pets I’ve been so fortunate to live with. A pet is too much work for my life right now, but memories of Cricket, Kayla and Cleo keep me smiling.
That the 2012 presidential election is over.
My fantastic neighborhood yoga studio.
A year-round farmers’ market that’s indoors in summer.
The smell of rain in the desert.
My perfectly sized and shaped bathtub.

Yesterday I dreamed that a doctor told me I was all out of treatment possibilities and that suicide was my only option. I kept telling him that I wanted to live and he wanted to know why since I had such terrible and frequent migraines. I said, “Don’t you see, I have a great life? Of course the migraines are awful, but they aren’t the sum of my life. I have so much to live for.” I was so grateful to wake up and know that doctor was totally wrong. There is never an end to treatment options. It has been almost a year since I first felt the joy of finding a treatment that helps and I’m thankful for every day of improvement since then (even if I grumble about it sometimes).

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