My headache doc is a prince of a guy, but he inadvertently gave me the message that there wasn’t anything more he could do for me. He also suggested it might not be helpful to go back to Michigan again, (the Michigan Head Pain and Neurological Institute). I was working with an anesthesiologist, who had no more tricks in his bag. He also gave me to understand that since the occipital nerve injections hadn’t helped, I was not a candidate for an occipital nerve stimulator.
In short, I felt like I had been written off. I was sinking. My concentration was shot. I couldn’t really think straight. I had no plan for what to do next and no energy to figure it out. I knew I was on the edge of depression. I was at a low ebb, living from pill to pill, injection to injection with headaches in between.
Possibilities
My first attempt to get the ball rolling was disheartening. Online, I sent for a packet of information on the Omega Procedure from the Migraine Treatment Centers of America. I got a cheery phone call offering all kinds of information, then a packet of glossy brochures in the mail, then another phone call. Everyone was very eager to help. Finally, I called to make an appointment. Upon learning I have Medicare (plus a secondary), the Migraine Treatment Center(s) of American was immediately uninterested in my business. Secondary insurance or no, they serve no one on Medicare – period. They also told me Medicare considers occipital nerve stimulators – for headache – an “investigative” procedure, not covered. I was angry and frustrated and felt like I’d been gut punched again.
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Sea Change
With little optimism, I called the Washington Center for Pain Management, which does the Reed Procedure. (The Omega Procedure and the Reed Procedure are different names for essentially the same procedure.) They were encouraging. In February, I made an appointment. My husband and I went to see Dr. M in Everett, which is pretty close to home. We both liked him. He answered all my questions and outlined the series of steps I would need to go through as well as addressing the issue of insurance coverage and cost, which most doctors, hospitals and clinics are reluctant to discuss in any detail.
After leaving, on the drive home, I realized I felt better than I had in months. I became more buoyant. My mood lifted. My capacity to envision better outcomes snapped back into place. I was thinking with a sense of clarity that had been missing for weeks.
Who knows where this will all lead me, whether the occipital nerve stimulator with work for me. But the point is that I now see possibilities when none seemed to exist for me previously.
Hope renewed
In the water, I am naturally buoyant; yet I had been sinking. Staying afloat requires hope.