A relapse into hell’s kitchen

How did a three-year streak turn into three-days? How did the renewed independence and freedom disappear with just the change in time? These and so many more questions swirl in my mind, but will I ever find real answers to any of them? Most people never find the underlying cause of their epilepsy. I know I never did, but I at least thought I found the end to that journey.

Boy was I wrong!

I was just waiting for the clock to strike midnight so I could send my twin sister a happy birthday message, but I never saw the time change.

I awoke to confusion. Saliva spilled across my pillows and cheeks. “Vero, do you know what just happened?” my husband asked.

“What year is it? Who’s the president of the United States?” he continued asking.

I’ve heard these questions asked several times before, but these questions were only ever asked to me when I had a seizure.

“Why are you asking me this?” I asked him.

“You just had a seizure. Please answer me.”

“Don’t say that! Please don’t say that!” I screamed.

But he had to say it because it was true.

I woke up in hell’s kitchen again. Epilepsy came back full force to wish me a happy birthday this year, and I spent the better part of the morning making calls to my neurologist and dentist so we can come up with a new plan.

Am I disappointment because of all the progress I made these past three years? It would be a lie for me to say it wasn’t. Yet, as I stare at epilepsy face to face again, I’m not angry, just a little a sad. I’m not back at square one. I beat you once my strange friend, and I’m willing to do it all over again.

Published by Vero

About me? I’m never good at these things, but here are the basics. I’m a journalism and film graduate from the University of Texas at Austin. I'm a dedicated digital content nerd with over eight years of experience in digital content management, content writing, copy editing, and project management. Currently, I'm a staff writer for The American Genius, and I manage my personal blog that advocates for epilepsy awareness. I LOVE to bake! I like to challenge myself to learn new decorating and baking techniques. And although I’d love to say I’ve mastered everything and have never burnt a dessert, it simply isn’t true.

2 thoughts on “A relapse into hell’s kitchen

  1. Hi Vero, I found your blog through you clicking like on mine, and then the second post of yours that I see is this one. That sucks, especially so long after surgery. It would be a major setback for anybody, but your attitude that you beat it once and you will beat it again is exemplary. Fingers crossed it was just a one off.

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  2. I’m so sorry you’ve had a ‘relapse’. Especially on your birthday, how rubbish! 😦 Thank you for sharing- the thoughts and feelings you’ve described are so very familiar, and it’s always comforting to know that you’re not alone. Sending you love (and strength for the fight)!

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