A strangers kindness

Since last December, I’ve been learning to deal with epilepsy all over again. This new version of epilepsy has come in the form of grand mal seizures and not my previous complex partial seizures. My body doesn’t like the physical exhaustion this new type leaves, but it beats having them sparingly versus small handfuls of them almost every other day like before.

Today was going to be a fun day. I was not just going to run errands, but I was going to go shopping at all my favorite geeky stores. Epilepsy had a different plan in mind.

As I made my way through the wonderful nerdy aisles at Game Stop, the feeling of dread aura came over me. Knowing I had little time before the seizure would begin, I quickly alerted my husband and found a corner to sit in.

As usual, I don’t remember much of the event, but I remember the kindness of a nameless stranger.

While some were busy being nosy by starring at my convulsing self, a particular wonderful woman offered my husband a helping hand. She helped him turn me on my side, brought him napkins to help clean the spit and blood coming out my mouth. She even went to the Whole Foods next door and bought me some cold water so I could hydrate after the ordeal.

When the paramedics arrived, she quietly left so she wouldn’t get in the way and didn’t even wait to receive a thank you. To this nameless stranger, I offer you the following words as a form of my gratitude.

In a world of darkness, I know there is still hope.

In a place where there is much cruelty, I know kindness still exists.

These things I know because I saw them today in the considerate actions of a stranger.

Without knowing who I was, you showed all the concern friends give to one another.

Nameless stranger and now my forever angel, thank you for your help. 

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A toast to endings and new beginnings

A force of energy and excitement surrounds me.
I’ll be leaving the familiar for the unknown.
I’ll be taking on a new adventure where possibilities will be endless.

Amongst the enthusiasm for the anticipation of the new journey,
hidden underneath is a sense of loss and heartache.

I’ll miss the wonderful shared conversations.
I’ll miss the comradeship of great friends,
but all beginnings must have endings.

Here’s a toast to the great times we’ve shared.
Here’s a toast to the future that holds great promise.

It’s a…puppy!

I’m a mother of a four legged friend now.
I’m responsible for the well being of someone other than myself.

I’m learning to wake up earlier than usual so we can go for walks.
I’m learning to distinguish her occasional whines and whimpers.

It’s nice having a little puppy following you around.
It’s wonderful knowing she’s mine to care for and love.

My little girl might not be a baby, but I think I know what my mom means.
When she says, it’s a great feeling being a mom.

Change is a comin’

Dancing in the rain

There’s a pep in my step.
There’s a little hop in my walk.

There’s no need for slumping.
There’s no need for feeling down.

The storm has come and passed.
And it’s time for rebuilding.

There’s no denying there’s a lot of work to do.
A whole lot of mess was left behind.

But I can do it! I always have.
And there’s no stopping me today!

I have a hole in my head. What’s your excuse?

MRI Scan

There’s a hole in my head.
There’s a hollow place in my temporal lobe.
A faulty memory, after surgery was a nuisance.
Yet, I find myself three years later a better Einstein.

There’s less brain matter in my head.
And there’s more space for my cerebrum to wiggle.
But I find myself with more intellect than some around me.

There are certain people with no hole in their heads.
Their brain matter at 100% capacity.
Yet, I find them no closer than having the intelligence of a simpleton.

Did brain surgery leave me smarter, or did it show me how to tell the dumb ones from the smart ones?

Monday Reflections: Epilepsy has nothing on my growing epilepsy fam!

It happened again. The silent stare and painful convulsions. My morning started with a simple cup of joe, but ended with a trip to the ER. Epilepsy, my dear old friend, sure missed me these past three years and came back to end my one month seizure free streak.

In a weird way, I’m not disappointed that it happened. It was my fault to begin with. I missed my dose the night before. I just have to get back into the routine of taking my meds on time again.

But why am I okay with it happening? I’m okay with it happening because I won’t have to celebrate my one-year anniversary on my birthday. I have a new date to celebrate and an entire new day of excuses to ask my husband for presents.

But most importantly, it made me realize how much my work family cares for me. Although many of them had never seen me seize before, they weren’t squeamish from the blood that spilled from my mouth as my teeth ground my tongue. They weren’t making faces as my body contorted on the ground. They took action! They made sure I didn’t hurt myself during my fit, and made sure I was alright, after I showcased my breakdancing moves.

I am very grateful for my work family and how they came together to work as my epilepsy team!

The Perfect Patient

There are many things I can say I’m good at. There aren’t many things I can say I am great at, but there is definitely one thing I can say I am perfect at!

I’m a perfect patient! And I don’t mean the “patience is a virtue” kind of thing. I have yet to meet someone who truly has patience for every single little thing.

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