For the longest time I had no clue what migraines were. All I knew about them were that they were something my mom got. And I wanted NOTHING to do with them. They seemed awful.
To me, they were this crazy illness that would completely wipe out my momma. They would hit her so hard she would lose her vision, wouldn't be able to drive, work, talk, or function. They left me in awe. My mom is one of the toughest people I know; both emotionally and physically. So to see something take her completely out with what seemed like no warning was scary. Not only that, but to see her in pain was something else. I have only seen my mom cry a FEW times.
Any who, she was the life line for our family and when she was out of commission everyone felt the effects of it. We knew if she was in bed with the room dark we better get our lives together, because she was out for the count. When I would go in to check on her she would be curled up in bed with her eyes squeezed tightly shut, trying to keep back tears and she would say "I hope you never get these".
After years of suffering she finally found out that hers were hormone related and she was prescribed a medicine she could take to help give her relief when they hit. She still gets them to this day, but to my knowledge they are not as frequent as they were when in was a teenager. That may have something to do with the fact that her kids are now grown and not driving her bananas. I was no angle child nor was my brother. HAHA
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