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Ted Talk in Boulder About Medical Marijuana and Epilepsy

I can't tell you how hard I cried as I watched this video.  I can't imagine how scared and frightened this family was every time their sweet daughter seized.  We're so lucky that Liz reacts well to meds.

On top of that, though, my jaw dropped when he said that there was evidence of the brain being repaired by the CBD in Charlotte's Web.  Our struggle isn't only with the seizures, but also with the loss of cognitive ability that Liz has experienced.  I fervently hope that the FDA reclassifies marijuana soon.  Once that happens, legitimate research that won't land you in prison could begin.

**As an aside, please don't read this and assume I'm a "total pothead."  Seriously, Josh Stanley said in the video that Charlotte's Web has no psychotropic effects because they removed the THC.  I'm not a total pothead.  I just want my kid to be able to live a normal, healthy, and full life.

This Sums It Up...

Dear Epilepsy...

Yeah, yeah, yeah....sorry.  It's been a rough year.

August came and went, and with it the ten year anniversary of Liz's first seizure.  I wasn't going to say anything about it because that's not exactly the kind of anniversary you celebrate with lot's of fanfare, but I started thinking today about what's happened in the last ten years.

• I graduated college cum laude with my degree from ACU.
• My mother died.
• I got a divorce.
• I started my first teaching job.
• I re-met the man I would marry.
• I moved to Central Texas.
• I got a new teaching job.
• My father died.
• Liz was hospitalized countless times.
• She had countless seizures.
• She acquired viral meningitis from a water park.
• She had a kidney stone.
• She switched meds several times.
• We bought a house.
• I got married to the best dad Liz could possibly have.
• Liz had dozens of EEGs.
• She landed herself in a coma after a seizure that lasted three hours.
• She was airlifted to Ft. Worth twice.
• She passed every standardized test given in the state of Texas.
• She repeated Kindergarten.
• She started a school that truly LOVES her.
• She instantly wins over everyone she meets.

I'm forgetting things.  I know I am.  How do you summarize ten years of a family's life in a handful of bullet points in a blog?  It's difficult!  Those are the things I thought about, though.  Then I started thinking about what I would say to epilepsy if it were a real person that had been with us for the last ten years.  I started to write a letter in my head, and I thought, "You know, you have  blog that you've left unattended for a long time.  It's Epilepsy Awareness Month.  You should type up the letter and post it."  So, here you go.

Dear Epilepsy,

When I first met you over ten years ago, I didn't believe you'd be around this long.  That first night you broke into our lives, I hoped you were a fluke.  A weird health scare that would pass, and our lives would go back to normal.  That first night you showed yourself, I was scared nearly to death.  Holding my sweet sixteen month old baby girl in my lap, we'd been playing a game of peek-a-boo when you snuck in and took her from me for ten terrifying minutes as I watched grown men in official looking uniforms administer first aid to my tiny little girl, eventually loading her up and hauling her to the closest ER.  Watching her convulse and turn blue was just the beginning of the terror, though.  You'd reassert your position in the family many times after that night.  I hate you for it.

After her diagnosis, I spent years wondering why this had happened to my child.  Every time I stood by helplessly while you took minutes, or hours, from her while also stealing her cognitive abilities, I cried out to the heavens above, demanding an answer....WHY?!  Why my child?  What had any of us ever done to earn this horrible condition in our lives?  Eventually, though, I stopped asking why.  I was driving myself crazy with research and questioning, and at one point I realized that there wasn't an answer for me.  God wasn't going to come to my door and offer up a sheepish explanation of what brought us here.  What else could we do but accept it and move on?

Eventually, you moved to a secondary position in our lives.  We learned to live with your shadow standing over us.  We learned how to handle your presence, and eventually, you moved from being a constant fear to a niggling concern.  We know you're there.  We see you every day in some way, whether it's actual seizure activity or Liz struggling to do basic math or remember how to spell Kindergarten sight words.  We refused to let you control us, though.  Every so often you remind us that you're around, though, as if we could ever forget.  We take the time to acknowledge your presence, handle the emergency, and then we pick up and move on.  Do you know why that is?  Because you can't take our hope.  For every EEG with tears because it's uncomfortable, for every hospitalization, for every minute spent on homework with tears, for every pill, for every MRI, for every doctor's visit, for ever single seizure, we have millions of more minutes of happiness that you absolutely cannot take from us.  We resolutely refuse to let you.  You may not ever leave our lives, but we are done suffering your presence.  

For every time there is a this: 

We have hundreds of these:

Regards,

Me.