Our daughter had a seizure after being fifty-seven months seizure free; that's four years and nine months of independence, free from injury, fear and worry. I know that this happens every day in the lives of people with epilepsy. Long periods of what feels like a typical person's life completely interrupted by this dangerous flash of a loss of consciousness accompanied by one or more of all the possible dangers that you can imagine: traffic, stairs, the kitchen, showers, baths, the pool, the gym, her bed, just to name a few. My imagination as a mother can come up with innumerable scenarios. But knowing others experience it doesn't make it any easier for our daughter unfortunately. She is twenty-six after all and has no desire to be joined at the hip with me or anyone else for that matter. I get it. But here we are again.
When there is no trigger, no apparent cause, medications were taken, sleep was good, no alcohol consumed, there is all the second guessing that goes on..."What could she have done differently?"..."What could I have done differently?" And the ever popular "So why did this happen?" These questions play on an endless loop as well. There are no answers. Then there is the inevitability of starting the count again; today is day one, seizure free.
So we have to look at the blessings: she was with caring folks, she was not in a dangerous place, she was attended to quickly and caringly, she was not badly injured. After a relatively positive experience at the ER we leave with a prescription for an increased dosage of one of her anti-seizure medications. And we count our blessings as we count our days. God willing, tomorrow will be day two, seizure free.



