Not My Hoarding Mother

My name is Lisabeth, and I am the adult child of a compulsive hoarding mother. The take away from my journey is that the hoard is merely a symptom of a life threatening, relationship-destroying mental illness. An illness that often includes behaviors from addiction, child/domestic abuse, and personality disorders such as narcissistic personality disorder. Stay, read, and please, by all means, intervene if you see a child being raised in the shadow of the hoard.

Saturday, November 16, 2019

Until sunbreak and beyond...

I have been so overwhelmed ...

This Thursday I got news that was not the best. Basically...

I most likely have a brain tumor that will result in death in 1.5 years to 5 years. I have surgery for the 22nd of this month (next Friday) and I am struggling. I am the comeback kid, so I am hoping for a miracle, again. No cancer, not any of the four likely malignant tumors...

I had a seizure on Friday at a business lunch. Time grows short...

I told my mother...

Sunday, November 3, 2019

A health challenge

When it rains it seems to pour...

So... Where do I even start...

After getting better after my stroke, I started getting worse. I realize that traumatic brain injury, or recovery after said, is not a linear process. And I finally was being assessed by my neurologist.

Oh my god... There is likelihood the of a frontal lobe tumor. I am being scheduled for a PET scan, another MRI, and a brain biopsy.

To be continued ...