Seizure free for one year!!!

Memories of the past three years float around in my mind. As I sort through the trying and sunny times, it’s almost impossible to put all my feelings into words.

There is heartache for the loved ones I’ve lost along the way. There is fright and frustration for the storms I’ve had to face.

There is embarrassment for all the silly things I’ve managed to do. There is love and gratitude for the kindness and encouragement my family and friends have given me.

There is a sense of accomplishment for sticking it through. And there are fuzzy, warm motions stirring inside today, and I can’t help but smile.

It’s hard to believe that 365 days have come and gone, but the day is finally here!

Today, there is a purple sunrise, and it simply feels like a dream.

I’m one year seizure free!

Two years…

It’s been two years since I last saw my neurosurgeon. Two VERY long years.

After my last visit, my doctor had me make my follow-up and MRI appointments in two years because everything was going according to plan. I was off my AEDs and had been seizure free for three years. He just wanted to make sure the dark spot in my MRI scan wasn’t anything to worry about.

Since the last time I saw him, I went from being three years seizure free to having frequent convulsive seizures. Epilepsy had woken up just like the white walkers did in Game of Thrones. The monster had decided it was time to rule again.

The ruling part never happened. I wasn’t going to give up without a fight. I got back on my meds, started figuring out my new seizure triggers and changed my routine to try to avoid them.

The first of the two years was the worst. I spent a lot of time at the neurology clinic. I got scrapes and bruises from my falls. I was exhausted and met more paramedics than I ever wanted to. I scared a lot folks and had to explain to them that I wasn’t crazy, although my husband and friends will tell you otherwise. 😉

Those two years came and went, and it was time for my MRI and to see my neurosurgeon again. For me, the worst part of getting seizures again isn’t just dealing with the entire ordeal. It’s having to tell those who’ve supported me along the way that the fight they thought was over isn’t. The sadness in their eyes hurts the most because I don’t want to see those amazing, wonderful people blue.

To them I say, I’m doing alright! My recent MRI shows no abnormalities. I’m close to re-reaching my one year milestone. Yes, the fight isn’t over, but I’m going to be fine. I still have a lot to do. I need to show the world that even people with holes in their head can do anything they set their mind to.


International Epilepsy Day


Just in case the title didn’t give it away, today is International Epilepsy Day!

What is International Epilepsy Day you might ask?

In 2015, the International Bureau for Epilepsy and the International League Against Epilepsy came together to provide a platform for people living with epilepsy to share their stories around the world. Now, the second Monday in February is designated to do just that.

Today, 120 countries advocate to spread awareness about this neurological disorder and fight to get legislative rights for people living with epilepsy. The goal is to educate, eliminate the public fear and stigma that comes with this disorder and encourage those living with epilepsy to live their life to the fullest.

Join the Epilepsy Community by helping us get #EpilepsyDay to trend on social media. Make Epilepsy Day successful so we can get better care, improved treatments and greater funds for much needed medical research.

Don’t know where to start? You can visit the International Epilepsy Day website to get some ideas.

Will you join me?


Monday Reflections: One in twenty-six

Twenty-six people living ordinary lives.
Some learning to walk for the very first time.
Others with wrinkles around their eyes.
All filled with dreams waiting to be realized.

Then, one of those twenty-six is caught off guard.
Their greens turned red. Their ups turned upside down.
Their life taken away by a silent, electrical terrorist.

One in twenty-six people will hear three life changing words.

You have epilepsy.

I’m the one in 26.

I will always be tired.
I will always have a foggy memory.
I will always be a tiny bit moody.
I will always wonder why.

But I will never give up.
I will fight for the next one in twenty-six.
I will be there to offer a helping hand.


Living with epilepsy isn’t easy, but it hasn’t been all bad. I’ve learned how strong I can truly be, and how I can make a difference. This past month, I was able to offer some advice to a girl who had just been diagnosed. Being able to help her make sense of everything and guide her through this difficult time has made every painful moment worthwhile. If I had decided not to get back up all those times I thought I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be able to offer her solace today. Sticking it out is difficult, but never impossible. Today I reflect on that. 

Monday Reflections: Silver Linings

When your thoughts become overcrowded,
remember there is a silver lining behind each dark cloud.

When the hefty storms leave you feeling like a weeping willow,
remember the tempest will leave behind a beautiful rainbow.

At times, the world will seem overwhelming.
At times, everything will be overbearing.

But when you feel like you’re at your weakest,
remember you are not alone.


My Monday reflections: Life isn’t perfect, and we all have different obstacles we face. Your problem might be different from mine, but we all go through the same motions. Knowing this, lets me realize we share the same experiences so we aren’t going through life alone.

Let’s all talk about it and raise awareness for National Epilepsy Awareness Month!

National Epilepsy Awareness Month Banner

November is epilepsy awareness month. And as the month rolls on, I look at my disorder and see how it has come, gone, returned and evolved in the process.

Epilepsy monster, medicines upon medicines never calmed you.
After years of toil, I thought surgery would do the trick.
For three years, you laid dormant and silent.
I thought I was free of you for good.

Now, you’ve come back with so much anger.
You are no longer the small bursts of blank stares I faced daily.
You announce yourself with a sense of impending doom.
And present yourself with a giant convulsive charge.

You’ve stricken fear in those around me.
You’ve even shaken me who knows you best.
Epilepsy monster, you can play with my mind.
But you will never have my soul.

Epilepsy is a seizure disorder that affects 65 million people in the world. Share your epilepsy story, and let’s help raise awareness about this neurological disorder because we are not alone!

A Twin’s Life


Two is such a great number. It’s equal. It’s prime and it’s just about everywhere you look. Shoes come in twos, socks come in twos, eyes come in twos, hands come in twos, and I; I come in twos.

I am a twin, a double. One of two persons closely related to or resembling each other, as Mr. Webster likes to put it.

I don’t know if you know, but being a twin is one the most magnificent things in the world. Although I have to say, I don’t really know what it is like not to be a twin.

Well, let’s put that fact aside, and let me tell you my story.

On December twenty-third at 3:00 am, my mother gave birth to my sister Vanessa. A minute later…. tick…. tock… I was born!

From day one, I like to say that my sister and I could communicate. I could identify her cry one from the next, and I always knew exactly how she felt.

We shared this sort of twin telepathy where we always found ourselves finishing each other’s sentences. Being a twin is just so wonderful, and I can’t emphasize that enough. I have someone to talk to, someone to laugh with, someone to study with, and someone who, no matter what, will always love me.

But let me get back to my story, I know I said that being a twin is magnificent, but there are some exceptions.

You know how people say that twins share this special connection where they can feel what the other one is feeling? Whoever said that was absolutely, positively right!

One summer, my family went camping. Since the weather was so nice, they decided we needed to go on a good horseback ride. On this so perfect day, things went so perfectly wrong. Although everyone was mounted on their horse, and everyone was excited to ride, something told me that something good was not about to happen.

“Everything is going to be fine,” my other half assured me. “Ok,” I said. She always knows what’s best.

As we began our trail into the forest, what I most feared was about to take place. I remember looking over my shoulder and seeing my sister fall to the ground.

“Vanessa, are you fine? Speak to me!” I tried to get off of my horse, but her horse had spooked mine. I pulled on the reigns to stop my horse, but it would not listen, and my sister slowly faded in the distance.

I was the first to return to the campsite. Tears coated my cheeks, and my heart’s drum kept beating faster and faster. Questions soared through my mind. Was she fine? Wash she ok?

Just then, I saw her. Sitting triumphantly on her horse, she came riding back to the campsite. She’s brave. I don’t think I could sit back on the horse that threw me.

Now, let me you tell you the aftermath of her fall. It was not her that felt the pain. It was not her who felt a single thing at all. I was the one who felt as if I had been shoved to the ground and bruised in a million directions.

Being a twin has its ups and downs, but I don’t think I would change it for anything in the world. I like being the only even prime number in the numerical system.

It’s just like that Chinese saying, “The best things come in pairs.”

This is for my sister. Happy Birthday Twinsie! I love you!