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This will likely not be unfamiliar to those that suffer from the same disease as I do. Syringomyelia seems to be a not so friendly life partner. When I think everything is getting better and I go to sleep, I wake to do the walk of pain once again each day.
Sometimes I wish my body was like Legos so that I could detach the parts that hurt. However, stepping on one of those Legos would be an entirely different ‘Walk of Pain’. I don’t know about you, but stepping on a dang Lego has made me dance a dance that I didn’t really know I knew.
What’s so interesting is how similar that pain is between a foot being imprinted by land mine Lego and the daily pain of Syringomyelia. The only difference is I don’t think Syringomyelia has ever made me dance unless jumping like a funky chicken or the seat comfort shuffle counts.
Maybe if my body could be like a Mr. Potato Head so that I could have interchangeable body parts. That could work but with my luck I would end up with Mrs. Potato Head’s spud implants or find my shoes in my butt compartment. That indeed would result in a ‘Walk of Pain’. By the way, I’m trying not to visualize walking with butt shoes.
Ok you might be able to tell that I’m a touch A.D.D… SQUIRREL! I just wish my attention could be as easily lost on the pain when it’s bad.
My wife and I have been finding some interesting options that seem to be helping some that include some muscle stretches, different sleeping positions (no longer sleeping on my stomach), CBD oil spray, turmeric spice added to foods, drinking more water, redusing sugar (not from my wife), reducing gluten foods, reducing any alcohol, reducing caffeine, reducing sodium, along with a couple of other things. The weight loss seems to be helping as well by lowering the pressure and strain on my back or spinal cord. All we can do is try, right?
My friends, please don’t give up on yourself because God will never give up on you.
I pray each day that God gives me strength and relief and He does. I thank God for my wife, daughter, family and supporters. I continually pray and hope that a cure can be found for all of us.
Matthew 4:24 NIV News about Him spreads all over Syria, and people brought to Him all who were ill with various diseases, those suffering severe pain, the demon-possessed, those having seizures, and the paralyzed; and He healed them.
Please feel free to send me your thoughts or more resource links using my contact page. Peace, Love, Pancakes… — Michael Doc Davis (SyrinGoWhat.com), fellow Syringomyelian
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daughter as well. As a matter of fact my wife recently saw an older person and said, “Kaylea and I love old people.” However, me being older than Christy, I had the opportunity to point out the foot that she just had stuck in her mouth as I did my best to keep a straight face while laughing VERY hard on the inside.
Anyhow, don’t be a stranger, share your stories, fellowship with others (with or with out your disease), never be afraid to laugh a little and just say HELLo.
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I wake up and it feels like I am in some crazy game show where my body spins a ‘wheel of symptoms’ each morning. Monday, strange sensations in the legs. Tuesday, right leg is better than the left. Wednesday, spasms started and there isn’t an off or undo button. Thursday seem to be a really good day until I freak’n sneezed and there went the feeling in my toes. Friday… who cares, it’s FRIDAY! So this circle of strife just keeps on spinning but I WILL NOT LET SYRINGOMYELIA BEAT ME!
I will never see eye to eye with this Syringomyelia, especially when it thinks it’s the boss. I am in control, I just let it think it is. Syringomyelia and I have something in common though. In my household, I am the boss but only when my wife lets me. I wear the pants in the family, mainly because my wife doesn’t like wearing pants. Ha!
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When I met my wife, it seemed that all of the issues related to Syringomyelia faded to the back of my mind. Love is an incredible pain-killer.
My wife’s support is my life support and is better than any doctor, prescription, exercise or treatment that I could ever receive. Neither of us understand Syringomyelia but we always try to understand each other. She suffers with me and that hurts my heart. It is just as hard for me to understand what she is going through as it is for her to understand what I’m going through. The key for us is to listen to each other and
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up but I’m not running as fast. Still, I keep up with my competition and slowly close the gap. I go down again in the final curve. Am I done… am I out… NO! I look to the crowd and see my family and supporters. My wife and daughter proudly cheer me on. This is the energy I need. I spring to my feet with determination in my eyes. Even with a battered body I push to catch up to my competition and make my way to the finish line. I close the gap once more and find myself step for step beside my competition. We break through the finish line tape with my
competition, the turtle, as the winner.
God, my wife, my daughter, family and supporters are my energy. There is always hope! There is always the race. We can ALL win our own races!
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I picture myself as Spock from Star Trek and being inserted into a photon topedo tube on the USS Enterprise in preparation to be launched onto a newly forming planet.
If I am able to listen to music, I always request
Everyone has their own way to get through stuff and these were some of mine. I always try to keep in mind that the MRI is simply a tunnel and once through, I will have a better idea what is on the other side. I just hope it’s not a half naked hitchhiker with wings and fangs from a scary movie. THAT WOULD NOT BE COOL! 
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I feel extremely guilty that I didn’t ask more questions and learn more about it in the beginning. To speak the truth, it scares the hell out of me. I have picked up information from his website, other stories on listed forums and other websites. For about the last seven months I have watched Michael become more and more less active. During the week and weekend it’s a constant battle with pain and extreme tiredness. Kaylea and I do not like leaving him at home when we go out. Syringomyelia can kiss it. In the future, if Michael can’t go we won’t go.
(every night), doing my best to keep him on track with medicine, making sure he has healthy meals cooked with turmeric, ginger, etc. and doing my best to keep the house in order. I will not be like any normal caregiver, because I’m far from normal by all means. I prefer the word wife because I said “I do” to all vows including “in sickness and in health.” I will not be going anywhere. My roll does not change and I will always be here for him.
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my wife around my waist or on my back with no pain. No, I’m not saying she is fat. Ha! When I walk in the water, there is nearly no pain as the sand beneath my feet absorbs my steps. My muscles relax as the waves massage my body. I can float and be free, which is how the ocean is my Syringomyelia therapy.
Is there support out there for people with Syringomyelia and Arnold-Chiari Malformation?