Jun 24, 2019 • Written by Linda Wichman
ONCE UPON A TIME, I was an active wife, mother and an aspiring writer. That's until the car accident. And the two cervical fusions, chronic migraines, and the face pain that became my new norm.
Despite these obstacles I was a dedicated mom, a full-time sales assistant, and I published an award-winning novel. Years later, after a Shingles outbreak, I was diagnosed with the facial nerve syndrome-disease, Trigeminal Neuralgia, sometimes called the Suicide Disease for which there's no cure. Treatments are aggressive medications which fog your memory, coordination and speech, and or a brain surgery that is not always successful.
I chose the fog.
Each day I pray for healing and Elohim calmly replies, "Linda be still and know that I am God."