Today is the 21st anniversary of my grandmother's death. She was the embodiment of everything a Migraine Ninja ought to be. A woman ahead of her time, she taught me that migraine attacks have triggers, plus how to identify and avoid them. As a child, I would spend hours sitting on a footstool next to her rocking chair for hours, just listening to her stories and soaking up all her love and wisdom.
When she passed away, I inherited that footstool and a print that always hung above her sofa. It was a copy of a famous painting of a guardian angel and two small children, walking across a rickety bridge. She would often point to that print and tell me that God loved everyone and watched out for us by sending angels. That same print now hangs in my guest bedroom, where my granddaughter often plays.
Because of her, I always felt loved and understood. People say that I am strong, resilient even. I owe that strength to her. It was her love that filled my heart so full that Migraine stigma couldn't touch it. Like all of us, I eventually faced some Migraine challenges. Countless treatment failures and stigmatizing treatment eventually came my way. Yet, I never broke. Grandma gets all the credit for that.
You see, when a child is filled with unconditional love and taught the truth about Migraine, all the ugliness this disease can dish out won't damage their spirit. Now it's my turn to build a new generation of Migraine Ninjas. My only hope is that I can do the job as well as Grandma.
Migraine Ninjas are made, not born.