Brain Camp, Here I Come

As anyone who knows me knows, I’ve got a traumatic brain injury. My accident was almost 16 years ago, so it’s old enough to drive but too young to vote. (At this time, I’d like to apologize both for pointing out my TBI, which I do constantly—mostly because I can’t remember who I’ve told—and also for that lame joke.)

Making light of my weirdness has been one of the coping strategies I hope to share in August at a five-day retreat in Denver for people like me. I’ve got a lot to learn, too. Maybe hearing the stories of my camp mates will help me drop the facade and share my real challenges.

You see, every brain injury is different. Some people, like me, end up with epilepsy and are put on a series of seizure-controlling drugs. Others suffer painful headaches. Many of us are sensitive to loud noises and artificial light. And multitasking? Forget about it.

That’s where the LoveYourBrain Foundation comes in. Since 2014, the organization has been offering TBI survivors worldwide the chance to gather for companionship, gentle yoga, counseling, art and nature activities, and plenty of quiet time.

The best part is its pay-it-forward approach to tuition. Not everyone is as fortunate as I am, so the foundation allows patients to attend free of charge (minus airfare) but encourages fundraising efforts.

That’s why I’m passing the virtual hat for this wonderful organization. Any amount would help those in need.

https://give.loveyourbrain.com/lisa2025

One more thing before I sign off: Caregivers are invited too, but I impulsively decided to go solo. This is a major step for me. My husband has taken care of EVERY aspect of my care all these years, so much so that I sometimes rebel like a child. 

I’ve never been to Colorado. I can’t remember the last time I’ve taken a flight by myself and—holy cow, am I ever the definition of high-maintenance. This trip is either going to broaden my horizons or narrow my expectations. We’ll see. 

Thanks for your consideration, folks.