The big L

Forever determined to show up—for others, for myself, for my life. Even when chronic illness changes the way that happens, the intention stays the same: to be present, to care, and to keep choosing connection.

Get UP.

Get DRESSED.

Show UP.

And NEVER GIVE UP!

Marc came to me this weekend, took my hand, looked me kindly in the eye, and said I needed to end my business; after 3 years, it hasn’t been financially beneficial. This came out of left field. And I just sat there … listening to him, tears leaking out of my eyes. Of course he’s right, I know it – I truly suck as a businesswoman. This isn’t a secret. I know it, he knows it. But that was never my primary WHY. My business makes me feel so much purpose: to serve women, to be involved in something bigger than how small my world has become. I’ve been working so hard, every single day – often from my bed – to create building blocks. I’ve pushed myself beyond limits I thought I had. I’ve dreamed. I’ve troubleshooted. I’ve been creative. I’ve been super frustrated. But I’ve had such joy. I’ve spoken to myself kindly, and I’ve never given up – “one foot in front of the other” every single day. And through it all, I’ve had only one, ONE person, who believed in me; only ONE single PERSON in the whole world who took this journey WITH me, cheered me on, helped me. He’s actually the reason I started this business in the first place; he wanted me to do this! Not any of my friends, not any of my family, never a mentor, no one, NO ONE, but him.

And now… he’s dipping out.

What am I feeling? Depression, stupidity, failure, foolishness, embarrassment, smallness, silliness, so much grief and sadness, even a bit of betrayal? I feel like here we go again, another fail in a long list of life failures. I don’t know. We’ll have to have more and more and more talks. What if I tell him, No, I want to keep going – my WHY means too much for me? … even without his support?

I just do not know. And it’s honestly boring to exist in such a STUPID state of self-absorbtion and self-pity. BORING and embarrassing! I do not like being here. Shame and isolation… there you ARE, I see you, old friends! Welcome home and back into my soul, my shadow, and my brain. It’s been a minute. We’ll get to know each other again.🫂

Am I seeking pity? Encouragement? An atta-boy? Nah, I think I just want to crawl into a hole and wallow all by myself. Alone is my safe place to be. I never take myself very seriously, I’m a goofball, a little zany, a spaz …. but I AM always authentically ME.

I had a WHY that was so crystal clear and personal and so important to me, gave me intention and made me very proud. These things happen. Sometimes, you can’t spin it – you just have to own it. And I’ll let it stand here in my heart, perfectly imperfect. As the kids say, the Diva Donna cabi … is just lame and another fail.

It’s about JOY!
I just feel so … so … stupid.

Bulbar ALS; prose for my sweet friend’s horrible journey

My dear, dear friend.

It has been ages since I’ve heard your voice… now it comes through as an AI echo from your phone.
This illness has robbed the world of your laughter—your quick, off-the-cuff wit that always landed just right for me, dripping with satire, always dark and exactly my taste.
It has stolen your energy, your strength, your zest.
It keeps taking and taking, and I watch you grow smaller and smaller before my eyes.
You are hurting. And it breaks me as it breaks you.
This isn’t natural. It isn’t right, or fair, or just. It makes no sense. It feels against everything life is meant to be.
Even in the chaos of my own life, my heart makes space for you—always.
When I hold my grandbabies, you will be there.
When I dance with my son at his wedding, you will be there with me.
When I travel and adventure with my husband, you will be with me. I will carry you into all of it.
Your daughter will always have a mama bear watching over her—fierce, present, and unending.
Always a gifted gardener, I will see you in every flower, always.
Your garden will forever be in bloom.
And your extraordinary artwork—your beautiful creations—will outlive all of this.
They will hang in special places, rest in quiet spaces, and carry pieces of you into the future…
proof that you were here, that you mattered, and still matter, and that you created beauty nothing can take away.
I will be your voice when you cannot be. I want to be your voice.
And someday, the suffering will be over.
There will be peace—true, lasting peace.
No more pain. No more struggle to breathe, to speak, to laugh.
Just freedom. Just love. Just you… whole again.
I am not ready to lose you, my dear, dear friend. I will never be ready.
But when you are ready, I will honor you. I will not say goodbye.
I will only say: I will miss you… and I will see you later, when we are both whole again, laughing forever in perfect peace.

*What is Bulbar ALS? Bulbar-onset ALS is a rapidly progressing form of Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis where nerve cells controlling muscles in the face, throat, and neck degenerate first. Initial symptoms often include slurred speech (dysarthria), swallowing difficulties (dysphagia), and tongue fasciculations, typically progressing faster than limb-onset ALS. (ALS Therapy Development Institute)

Key Aspects of Bulbar ALS:
Initial Symptoms: Trouble swallowing, excessive choking, hoarse or strained voice, reduced speech volume, and tongue twitching.
Progression: It often advances quickly to involve limb muscles and respiratory muscles.
Prognosis: Generally associated with a faster progression rate compared to limb-onset ALS.
Management: While there is no cure, treatment involves multidisciplinary care for symptom management, including speech therapy, feeding tubes (PEG) for nutrition, and non-invasive ventilation (NIV) to support breathing.
Medications: FDA-approved drugs like Riluzole and Edaravone may be used to modestly slow disease progression. (ALS Therapy Development Institute)

Bulbar ALS, unlike other types, directly affects the ability to communicate and eat safely, leading to a higher risk of choking and pneumonia. (Medical News Today)

The rise and fall of Reyvow

http://Discontinuation of Reyvow® (lasmiditan) for Acute Migraine Treatment: What To Do Next – Association of Migraine Disorders https://share.google/x82xhfqvCMTlODKe4

Eli Lilly has announced they’re discontinuing REYVOW. And this is very disappointing news for me and my personal Chronic Migraine journey. For me, Reyvow has been very effective for those very bad migraines… the ones that send me to a dark room and render me incapacitated. I’ve heard that it can cause severe drowsiness in many patients, but considering I’m already incapacitated, severe drowsiness is a welcome respite during those migraines where I’m praying for a crowbar to the head to end the suffering. I’ve even noticed that taking it at night, I can wake up the next morning with a pretty decent brain.

I remember one episode: I was battling a bad bad migraine for a couple of days, but desperately wanted to float the river with my DIL the next morning. I took my nightly meds including the Reyvow and woke up feeling… good! It was almost as if my migraine cycle skipped postdrome altogether!

And Courtney and I floated the San Marcus and I thoroughly enjoyed the sun, cool water, green trees, and company. That was a happy, happy day. Surely a great commercial for Reyvow. 🌞😎

My FAVORITE TX summer activity: floating the San Marcos in our own river tubes with mesh bottoms, headrests, and cup holders – it’s a TEXAS thing!😎

My Neuro has instructed me to refill my Reyvow prescription “as much as possible” before it sunsets since I find it so helpful. My understanding is the medication just wasn’t making enough money for the company. Reyvow was specifically a ditans med class and there are no others like it on the market at this time.

My last Neuro appt; a realization!

At my last botox appointment, my Neuro asked me about my chronic migraine status. Sometimes keeping track of Chronic Migraine can be so completely depressing, so I admit I’ve slacked off on my tracker phone apps. But I thought a bit about my recent experiences before answering the question… I realized that while I have migraine symptoms every single day (🙄 of course… photophobia, lethargy, pain, phonophobia, brain fog, and so much more), I really only have about 2 migraine episodes a week that last approximately ~24 hours with treatment. This is an exceptional improvement, for sure. And I truly am grateful 🙌🏼


This solid progress is is a result of my Chronic Migraine regimen right now: •Botox every 12 weeks, •Nurtec (as a preventive) every other morning, •Nadolol 10mg and Tizanidine 4mg every night. For abortive treatment, I still have a plethora to cycle: Reyvow, Maxalt, Ubrelvy, Butalbitol, Sumatriptan injection, Phenergen, Indomethacin.

However, some very SAD news in my migraine world: Reyvow is being pulled because it isn’t making enough money for the company. I’m so unhappy: I really, really like Reyvow for those particularly bad or nighttime migraines… so I’m trying to fill my script as much as possible before the medication sunsets forever.

Discontinuation of Reyvow® (lasmiditan) for Acute Migraine Treatment: What To Do Next – Association of Migraine Disorders https://share.google/RrDGctNMDlPP7hmX0


While I was thrilled to acknowledge this solid Migraine win, my buddies Rheumatoid Arthritis and Sacroiliac Joint Dysfunction still are a huge part of my Chronic Illness daily life. And they never let me forget it!


Love you all… Warriors: keep up the fight!💪🏼💜

My grandbaby time; I LIVE for it! Daisy is almost 3 months, Theo is almost 2.5 yrs. 🩵🩷 GiGi life is the absolute BEST!💖

Still overwhelmed trying to work my biz… but it’s amazing for feeding my soul to serve women, flexibility and honoring friendships.

https://cabi.cabionline.com/TheDivaDonna

Cefaly FTW! – use at least 1-3x a month.
Me at cabi Spring 26 Fashion Week in between sessions… This is how – spend most of my life😂 REST is ESSENTIAL; it isn’t the same as lazy.
MY sweetest and most reliable supporter, Mr Kobo. He is everything ❤️
I haven’t been able to exercise in ages, but I’m actually BIKING now! Our kids got us ebikes for Christmas and we LOVE it!!!🚲

Of course as I type this, I’m quite sick with a head cold. 🫩 It’s not the flu, it’s not very serious, but having “just a cold” while battling Chronic Illness and a compromised immune system is the ultimate injustice! I’ve been incapacitated the last 5 days and hope tomorrow is a better day!😊

Crescent moon migraine morning

And there it is this morning… it’s a crescent shape in my left frontal forehead. A crescent moon shape of pain… a rumbling brawl that will not be silenced; complaining, grumbling, muttering… demanding to be noticed. And so, yes, I acknowledge you, Migraine. The crescent slides down into my left eye. There it is: Chronic Migraine.  I admit it to myself again that – verily – I do have Chronic Migraine. We forever walk hand-in-hand. Old frenemies; recognizing each other every day. Each day the sun rises, arcs across the sky, and sets, as the moon follows. There are no holidays. There are no resets. There are no interruptions… our relationship is built on rock and resolve. We are in this body – and share this life together. There is no cure for Chronic Migraine.

I’m listening to you crescent moon. I hear you. When I close my eyes… when I open them… I hear you. And I recognize and know you.

It is time for me to be honest, and it is time for migraine medication. I’ve moved back to my prison bed… supine pose… I took a maxalt with Marc’s assist because he is just that awesome and I love him dearly with my whole soul.

And the riddles start immediately: will the medicine work on crescent moon? If I stop here, right now… supine in my prison bed, resting, releasing every tenion in my Chronic Migraine body; a state of intentional repose… will the maxalt start to erase the constant fierce ache slipping into my eye? Will it do anything? Will my body just ignore the maxalt? Or will it stand at attention, metabolize and perform as it is intended, and silence the crescent? Always the same riddles. It’s boring. It’s tedious. It’s stupid. It’s repetitive. It’s the same old story and just a new day.

As I bring this small post to a close (keeping only one eye open and intentionally reslaxing), I can report that the crescent is quieting. For now, at this time, maxalt is working. 🌙 And that is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

A Mama’s Greatest Christmas gift

Tonight, as I lay my head down (and listen to Marc’s soft snore); the chicks are ALL in the NEST: Corey, Nick & Iris, Robyn & Liam… and Ken & Courtney (just 30 min away in Austin Town) will be here with the babies Christmas day.
TRULY, this is THIS mama’s MOST wished-for Christmas gift  I can’t yet sleep; I am SO HAPPY and my heart is SO FULL.
Memories flood my mind of the years and years of God’s privilege of raising such remarkable humans with my amazing partner and the best father in the world: infancy, toddlerhood, school age, the teen years, and finally, college time… We did it together – teammates always.
As they grow and soar, these moments of all-together-ness become more and more rare. There are SO many ot them: FOUR! And I was prepared for this time (but we are never, REALLY prepared)… it is my greatest wish and privilege to see them become independent and break ceilings, find partners to love and who love them… I am the proudest of mamas.
If they allow me to snap a great FAMILY PHOTO on our steps again this year, I’ll be over the moon and Christmas cards can go out!
They are HERE; they are HOME… everything else is just confetti.

Chronic Illness takes no holidays…

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Like everyone, I have so much to do and no spoons with which to do them. It’s ok. One moment at a time and keep smiling. You can do this! Together, we can do this! Prioritize what matters: your family, your intentions, your health and peace of mind. The little stuff doesn’t matter so much.

If you’re SMILING, you’re WINNING.

Hugs to all the people fighting the battles with their bodies, but showing up anyway. 💜

Last year Christmas:

And this year Christmas:

And you know what? It’s all OKAY! 😂

Shingles. Again. Stop. Listen.

My third outbreak. And post 2 shingles vaccines. Shingles and I are in a situationship. It is a fact.

Pushing to start myself this morning … it’s already almost noon. But I have things to do, people I’ve promised … things I need to do for myself and others. I can not stop. I will not stop.
But the shingles are here … the blisters on my left posterior iliac have faded, but the postherpetic neuralgia is flaring like a white hot fire.

I’m in extraordinary pain. As well as “regular” pain – in my brain and in my joints, and my back and sciatica.


My Lord, my Lord … I hear you. The shingles have always been a message from you … guiding me, talking to me – yelling at me. You have always been with me, holding me on my feet.

As I listen to you, the tears well up in my eyes … I am listening, and I know I am doing too much … but I feel like an extraordinary failure. I have failed. I continue to fail. My body does not work like other bodies my age. It doesn’t work like it used to work just a few years ago. Around me … I’m constantly surrounded and reminded of all the small things that are huge things that I MUST do. I need to DO. And I don’t do them. Drowning. Trying to prioritize.


Dear God,
Quiet my heart so I can hear You.
In the noise and rush of my thoughts,
help me pause and listen for Your gentle voice.

Teach me to recognize Your whisper in the stillness and through the people You send my way.
When I am uncertain, guide me with peace that settles deep within.

Give me ears that are open,
a heart that is humble,
and a spirit ready to follow wherever You lead.
Speak, Lord—I am listening.

Amen.

One thing my NEURO said to me today

I’ve been so blessed to find Krishna Pokala MD Neurology after my neuro of over a decade, Sara Westgate MD retired her practice a couple of years ago. Her retirement sent shockwaves across the Austin migraine community; we’d lost a huge provider. Dr. Pokala did an amazing act; offering to take as many of Westgate’s patients. Not only does Dr. Pokala has a great bedside manner, he agrees to use my own “botox map” that works really well for me. Instead of the traditional neck injections, I get more in my forehead and 1-2 in my jaw. I always joke that I need a “plastic forehead;” most of my migraines are frontal, not occipital. He also is incredibly understanding about how important Botox is for my Chronic Migraine treatment and will squeeze me into his schedule so I’m on time for every 12 weeks. And he will absolutely collaborate with me on my medication and care.

Every Botox day, he asks to see my photo of my “map,” so he can make sure to follow…

This Botox “map” took several years to get right for me. My neurologist and I collaborated for my personal migraine needs.

Today, I brought my Cefaly for Dr. Pokala to test 😁 … to make sure he can truly understand when he makes recommendations for other patients.

I love a great doc!

He needed me to remove it when Cefaly got to its intense level. Lol.

As he was injecting me today, Dr. Pokala said something really special to me: “You know, of all my Chronic Migraine patients, you’re  genuinely one of the most positive patients I have. Some of my patients get mad or irritated at me if they have a side effect, but you never do.” That truly touched my heart.💜

I explained to him that with lots of therapy analyzing •how much I fight my illness vs. •how much I accept my situation – this has been a constant struggle for me. But I’ve worked very hard to focus my life on just one moment at a time. And appreciate each moment, prioritize what is important to me: •my family, •my advocacy, •my business of serving women, •my friends. If I focus too much on what tomorrow might be; the pain to come – that is the definition of anxiety. If I focus too much on how bad the past has been, how much I’ve lost and been in pain – that is the definition of depression. I need to live in the moment; it’s truly all we ever have, and it is precious. I also accept how critical REST is; rest does not mean “lazy.” And my broken body must rest before and after everything I choose to spend my time on. And that just has to be okay. 🙂

So, I got my 30+ injections on this most precious Botox Day.🎄 And was home before noon. I’ve been in bed the rest of the day… hurting, sleeping on and off, taking my medicine. Hopefully, the magic juice starts helping in about 7 days. It’s been a rough couple of weeks here.

Botox Day, hey, hey!

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Love those forehead injections

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Migraine is poorly understood

Migraine remains a poorly understood illness…The syndrome is too various, too complex, to mixed up with external stimuli and the personality of the sufferer..I have come to understand that my headaches are cyclical and that they play a part in my emotional economy.. The truth is that separating neurological from pschiatric problems is often artificial..

Siri Hustvedt, from “Arms at Rest,” excerpted from “So Much More than a Headache: Understanding Migraine through Literature, Edited by Kathy O’Shea