Hope...it's what we all have...or at least I thought so.

I wonder at times what could have happened if events in my life would have been different.  There is a river near my home that I stand beside and simply watch it swirl.  In those moments, where I stand and stare, I ask questions and sometimes daydream about a different life. The bark of a dog or the laughter of others on the trail bring me back to myself.

Hallie Jean Ayres, age 9

Life has dealt me a few blows.  Many of you know what has occurred over the last few years, but if you are new to this blog then you may need to be filled in.  I have been having seizures for years. The seizures use to come once or twice a year.  Then they became like Gremlins.  Someone got the seizures wet or fed them after midnight because I had 13 seizures in a single week. What was once considered partial complex seizure disorder is now being called epilepsy. All thanks to a steel toe boot to the head and being tossed through a window.

I often get questions like:
Who would do such a thing?
How did you get through that?
What are you going to do now?

It has been 9 months since my last seizure.  The questions have stopped.  The seizures have stopped...thanks to a wonderfully expensive medication.  

On this day that means so much to so many, I must say that I no longer answer those questions the way I did in the past.  Now that I am safe, loved, and cared for I say things like:
It doesn't matter.  It happened and now I must deal with seizures.
I didn't.  I got help.  Asking for help is what put me on the road to getting better.
I am going to take my medication and take care of myself.  I am going to be grateful for every seizure free day I have.

Happy Father's day to all of you who make sure your children are safe, cared for, and loved.  Seeing all of you gives me...hope.

Athena