I figured it was about time I blogged about my poor Will's dizzy life.
It all started last November (2009). Will came home from work after a dizzy spell at the school gates. He came over all dizzy, sat down to let it pass and when it didn't he was brought home...11 months later he is STILL dizzy. As yet he has had no diagnosis or any successful treatment. He has tried a couple of different tablets, the first ones didn't help, they just made him feel at his worst constantly instead of sometimes not so dizzy and other times more dizzy. This last lot have made him feel slightly better, "more clear headed" he says, but he's still dizzy so that's not changed at all.
Since school re-opened after summer at the end of August 2010, Will has managed 3 or 4 days at work (including today). Going back has filled him with dread and occasionally caused him to panic inwardly at the mear thought. Mostly because it's been so long since he was last there, but I suspect some of it is to do with having to walk an extremely busy road in town. Thankfully he's getting a lift back from work this evening by a treasured friend (who has just fought a fight of his own in hospital!).
I thank God for all our wonderful friends who have supported and prayed for us in any way they can during the last 11 months. We really wouldn't have managed without, it's been such a difficult time, and with no end in sight, we'll need you more than ever.
When Will started taking these last tablets and started to feel a bit better, I started to hope that these might be the 'cure-all' pills we've been waiting for. But when it didn't get any better than a "clearer head" I think my hope went back to bed and I started to get down again at the thought that this thing was never going to go away and we were going to have to somehow cope with it forever. I haven't got the strength for that, and even though I know Father can give me that strength day by day, I don't want to have to need it (hope that makes sense!). I want my strong healthy Will back!