I Made Them Take Out Half My Brain

Описание: This is an inspiring story about a girl who suffered from “Rasmussen's encephalitis” at a very young age. Because of that, she had to have half of her brain removed. The doctors said that because she was such a young age, her brain was still going to be able to adapt to the changed. She did struggle to learn and focus at the beginning but she still powered through and became a positive person with such a bright outlook on life despite having been through such trauma. She was also teased by her friends saying that she was "too dumb to be considered human" but she still looked passed that because she knows that it doesn't matter what people say, what matters are the people you love and the people that love you.

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I have only half a brain. I was just a regular kid until I was 3. Then one day, I had a seizure. I was only 3 years old but my very first memory was that ambulance ride to the hospital. After that, I kept have seizure after seizure. I just wouldn't stop. It got so bad I was having seizures every 5 minutes.

The doctor came in one day and told my mom that I had “Rasmussen's encephalitis”, which is a rare inflammatory neurological disease which affects only one half of the brain. First the doctors tried to treat it with just medicine but... it didn't work. The biggest problem was that the seizures were keeping me from falling asleep so after a certain point, I was very close to not making it after a few days of no sleep.
The doctors told my parents that they'll have to remove the right side of my brain but because I was so young, they said that my brain was going to be able to adapt and that the left side was going to take over the right side's functions.

I was so lucky. After the operation, the seizures finally stopped. Until today, the only signs I have is that I have limited movement in my right arm and I walk with a limp. School was tough. It was hard to focus. It was also tough watching other kids be able to do normal things like play on the swing or running around and playing tag. I was never able to join in. It was really hard on my parents too. I had a lots of mood swings growing up. I've even thrown stuff at them like scissors and forks It was just that whenever I was angry, I would have no self-control.

When they ask for the doctors advice, the doctor said that my prefrontal cortex was still damaged by the brain operation I had as a 3 year old. I'm so lucky that my parents made that decision because I would never know if I would have made it here today had they waited any longer. I count my blessings everyday and I am a very positive person no matter what. I'm 28 years old now and married to the love of my life. In my spare time I would play the violin but I'm not very good at it. I really want to be a nurse and help others the way I was helped but I can't control my right arm so I was told that I wouldn't be able to be a nurse.

I decided instead to be a part-time cleaner at the local hospital because it was the only way I could still help people. I also volunteer to talk to patients to need someone to talk to . Recently, a girl that used to make fun of me from my school was hospitalized. She always said I was too dumb to be considered a human. And her comments made me feel very insecure about myself. When she saw me, she said to me very condescendingly “oh Marissa, you are working as a cleaner now. That’s great.”. But that didn’t keep me from going into her room to cleaning it anyway.

I know she looks down on me, but it's okay, I don't mind I still do my very best every single day because it doesn't matter what she says to me. I'm just grateful to be alive I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for the doctors that operated on me and I will do my very best to help them however I can. 200 years ago, people would have thought that my seizures meant that was possessed or something. So I know I am so lucky and I don't care what other people think.