A few weeks ago I woke in the middle of the night with tingling arms and legs. I thought I had slept in an uncomfortable position. It was hard to return to sleep. The next day, I felt fine. But in the dark recesses of that next night, those tingles crept back over my arms and legs, and with morning light, they were still nibbling away. I thought I might have carpal-tunnel syndrome and was frustrated because I was in the middle of a children's book illustration class and did not have the time for tingles. I bought a brace and put on a brave face, ignoring the voice in my head, "Why is it in both arms and both legs?"
But in the midst of all of that, a diagnosis. I had a mild case of Guillain-Barré Syndrome, which in its full state can cause paralysis. I had a bug a few weeks ago and my body attacked the virus, and did not stop until it had munched away the myelin sheath that protects my minor nerves. It was pure luck, a miracle, really, that it did not eat my major nerves.
My biggest fear has always been losing my hands. It scares me even more than losing my feet, though I hope to run and play for the rest of my life. So I am thankful. Thankful for my tingling hands and my tingling feet. It could come back. It could take up to a year to heal. It has derailed other plans I had this summer. I wear two wrist braces now and am fatigued very easily, but this will pass. But I can still draw. And walk. These are things I took for granted two weeks ago. Sometimes, life can make you thankful for the things that really matter. I believe I got a miracle.