My name is Alicia. I have been poking around this sight for about a year now. CH season is right around the corner in our household and I'm shamelessly looking for some hands to hold through it.
My fiance's name is Mike. He has always been prone to headaches, but just within the past 5 or so years (as long as we have been together-maybe he's allergic to me) he has started to experience these debilitating pains. So far, his headaches occur episodically, always in the summer (July is prime-time), almost always occurring between 1-2am and increasing in frequency and intensity every year, with the exception of the one year he got a break.
When he first started getting them we referred to them as 'horcruxes' because we're big dorks and because Mike described the pain as being akin to having the dark Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter using his magic to curse an area on his face and skull. After the first time getting one of these headaches, Mike went to his doctor (who by the end of this story we shall come to love and adore *sarcasm*), described his pain, and was promptly sent home with a bottle of Extra Strength Advil. Lo and behold, this did nothing for the pain. Our favourite doctor then sent poor Mike to the dentist because "it's probably a jaw joint thing". The dentist was bewildered, as she had never seen a finer set of teeth or more perfect jaw in her life. I would like to point out at this time that our beloved doc sent Mike to the dentist at least 2 more times...our love grows.
In year three, when the pain started becoming quite exceptional, Mike would vomit because the pain was so overwhelming. It was at this time we started to do our own research and learn a bit about cluster headaches. So here's poor Mike, at the doctors after a night of crying, and vomiting, and Advil, explaining
once more precisely the predicament he was in. The lovely doc in all his benevolence this time saw fit to prescribe T3s! Those went untouched. What's the point if you can't keep them down and even if you can they won't kick in until the pain is already gone?
Last year was the worst so far. Much worse than the previous years. We decided to forgo the trip to the friendly neighbourhood doctor and head straight to the ER. This lead to appointments with an otolaryngologist because they thought it might be pressure caused by a deviated septum (spoiler: it's not), as well as to a neurologist...who we actually still haven't heard back from in 7 months. After the barrage of tests and appointments, Mike met with doctor dearest who finally, FINALLY used that big brain with which he was blessed and said, "you know, I think this might be cluster headaches." YES! YYYEEESSSSSSS! We love you! I know we're not medical professionals in the slightest but THIS IS WHAT HE HAS!!! Mike leapt for this bright shrapnel of hope, asking questions, inquiring about treatment, next steps, oxygen tanks, injections EVERYTHING!! WE WILL DO ANYTHING DOC!! This is what we have been trying to get someone to say for so long. I present to you our Dr's response, without liberties or embellishment: "Well, oxygen tanks are really hard to get... and you're not getting the pain right now so come back next year. Until then keep taking Advil."
And that's our story. Mike is in a near romantic relationship with the maker's of Advil at this point. Last year we tried melatonin as well as a daily dose of omega 3 and vitamin D. We didn't discover the potential usefulness of these things until the end of his cycle so the jury is still out as to their effectiveness for him. This year we plan to be ready. Now that it's the end of May we intend to prepare for the worst but hope for the best.
I am wide awake on the living room couch with my customary anxiety. The warmth of the air and way the light spills in the house this time of year, while all quite poetic, give me nothing but fear now. I sit here ready to grab a cold cloth and a bucket for Mike and get the hell out of the way so that my shaky, anxious breathing doesn't make Mike feel guilty or stressed.
Summer used to be our favourite time of year,but now it just fills us with dread.
If you've made it this far in my long-winded story - thank you! It's so comforting that there are others who we can reach out to who understand that this isn't just a headache. We're tired of people scoffing at Mike when he has to take weeks off work, or can't go out for a drink at night.
If anyone has ANY suggestions on where to go from here, even the most seemingly obvious, we are ready to listen and learn. Thank you again for taking the time to read this message. I think even of no one does read it, it was at least helpful to get it off my chest