What It’s Wish to Reside With Hemiplegic Migraine, the Neurological Illness That Appears to be like Like a Stroke


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I always imagined myself doing a polar plunge if I ever made it to the Arctic. When I finally had that opportunity recently, I found myself standing on the upper deck of a ship watching others leap in the icy waters below me instead.

“Why aren’t you down there, Sunny?” asked a bundled-up spectator at my side.

“Oh, c’mon! You’re not going to do it?” another teased.

“I can’t. I have a medical condition,” I muttered, moving to an empty spot at the far end of the deck to avoid further discussion. Even here—at a Greenland fjord at the end of the earth—I couldn’t escape the judgment I often receive when I skip out on an activity to protect myself.

I have hemiplegic migraine, a rare neurological disease that occurs in only 0.01% of people with migraine, according to the American Migraine Foundation. During an attack, my symptoms often mimic those of a stroke: numbness and weakness on one side of my body, confusion and temporary loss of cognitive function, and impaired speech and vision. I also get intense head pain followed by a “migraine hangover,” which makes me feel extremely tired and have difficulty concentrating. Every decision I make—what I eat, how I exercise, and even how I choose to decorate my apartment (bright lights sometimes spark an episode)—means asking myself: Will this trigger a hemiplegic migraine?

Before my Arctic trip, my neurologist warned me that extreme temperature changes could spark an attack, and those can be so extreme for me that I need emergency medical care. Given that, on the day of the plunge, I was hours or days from the nearest hospital, and since I don’t take preventive medication for my condition, I knew I’d need to sit on the sidelines that day to keep myself safe—when all I wanted was to be part of the moment.

Scary symptoms, a diagnosis, and no treatment plan.

I was diagnosed with hemiplegic migraine by an emergency room doctor on a trip to Hawaii almost 15 years ago. In the car after my friend picked me up from the airport, my tongue and the left side of my face became numb, and my left arm felt weak. I brushed off those symptoms as lingering effects of air travel.

A few moments later, black spots and neon-colored zigzags overtook my field of vision. (I later learned this was a symptom associated migraine, called aura.) Although I tried to carry on a normal conversation with my friend, my thoughts felt foggy, and the words on a magazine laying on the car floor were incomprehensible. When I could no longer speak in full sentences, my friend recognized something was wrong and rerouted us to the hospital.

The emergency room was a blur—both in memory and my actual sight. Once I was able to (somewhat) speak again, my doctor gave me a diagnosis: “You have hemiplegic migraine. I don’t know what you’re doing, but you need to slow down.” (He was implying I’d done something to trigger the attack.) Exhausted and not yet coherent enough to ask additional questions, I left the hospital without a clear plan. I was grateful for a diagnosis but unsure of how to prevent future attacks.


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