Just a few more steps before I really learned

Two visions,

grey,

full of terror,

flashed without warning in my mind.......

.....holding one of my sons, preparing to descend

the long flight of basement stairs on laundry day ~

grand mal seizure flinging my infant from me to the cement below bringing devastation or death to my son and my families.

                       

and then.......

.......aiding an elderly patient to the tiny old bathroom 

at the very old Regina General Hospital,

kicking away in a grand mal seizure

crushing frail old bones against

unforgiving ceramic tiled walls,

bringing devastation or death to my patient, her family, my colleagues, my employer......

                        

In those moments I knew that to respect and care for 

my family

my patients

my colleagues

and in general my community

choosing self care above all else

would care for others most effectively.

'Attention to detail' ~ a new friend and ally,

the choice that daily shapes my life.

    "When you have to make a choice and don't make it, 
that in itself is a choice"

~ William James

Propelling me forward in my journey....

....have been family, friends, and acquaintances ~ people I have met along the way have shared valuable life lessons with me. There is only room on this page to share but a few of their stories.

In that first 10 years, my very dear and long deceased brother spoke with me about his struggles with epilepsy ~ the ever growing amount of pills, the seizures, the difficulties. He taught me the 'how not to's'.

I listened to alcoholics recovering from active alcoholism and their  genuine pride in their 'program of recovery'. Stubborn and arrogant, I followed in their recovery footsteps ~ "I'll show them! My disease can 'have a program' too."

I learned humility and that I am also powerless ~ powerless over the fact that I have epilepsy. Humility, and it's daily practice, taught me that I am responsible for each moment of my life.

After a few rough starts, my life became manageable once more.

My young sons, ever there to care for me, when their mother was not willing or able to care for herself, are adults now, knowing that I am willing and able to care for myself ~ and that I do.

For all of you, here on this planet and those gone before.......Thank you for my good health.

"It stands to reason that a change in us will be 

a force for good that will help the entire family."

  ~ How Can I Help My Children?

Author's Note: Edited January 28, 2024

Danger.....

Worked Detox yesterday and today ~

0700 - bright and early.

What are the rules?

To bed early

Up early

Ensure a minimum of

two to three hours awake and active before driving to work.

Fill this time with

reading (To Kill A Mockingbird on tap)

writing (30 minutes for journalling and mind mapping)

yoga (abbreviated but necessary and welcome)

breakfast

shower

'Keep it low and slow' a friend reminds me.

Minimize and manage stress throughout the day

Enjoy what clients bring to my life

Appreciate smooth give and take of colleagues

To the pub tonight with colleagues for a staff going away party

ginger-ale

thin crisp sweet potato fries

Why do I need rules?

There is danger of

thin ice easily broken,

crashing through my consciousness and my life

drowning

my car and driver's license,

my nursing license,

my clients and colleagues,

my after hours fun,

invading the consciousness of family and friends without respect.

“A person's best ally is someone who takes care of herself.”

~ Susan Chavez

Trains have schedules....Epilepsy does not

Riding a train requires buying a ticket. There is no ticket to buy for epilepsy, but it’s not a free ride on this train.

Trains respect the differences of the people aboard. Epilepsy does not respect:

    culture, 

    social mores, or 

    political correctness.....

Trains have engines of hardened metal ~ with finite parts that are (relatively) easy to fix. The human brain is the engine that drives our train ~ soft, a mystery to fathom and difficult (sometimes impossible) to fix.

Trains are vehicles providing a service

The human body is the vehicle for epilepsy.

I had to learn ~

to set my schedule.

learn the price of epilepsy

respect my body's limitations.

I had to learn ~

that while not fixable, 

the epilepsy I carry is manageable.

In short ~ 

I had to learn how to drive the train.

"Sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing it's

 loveliness.....until it flowers again from within"       

~ Galway Kinnell

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Nocturnal Epilepsy and the Role of Sleep

Besides idiopathic ~ no known cause

Nocturnal ~ seizures occurring during sleep.

Or ~ within about 20 to 30 minutes after waking up

Or ~ when there was not 

right amount or good quality of sleep.

In the early days of my nursing career, when my sons were little guys and I was a 20 something mom

I decided that working night shifts would be a good thing (remember I didn't want to let my epilepsy affect my work)

And it didn't ~ I just couldn't stay awake on a night shift.

So after 6 months of trying, my doctor and I decided that 

night shifts were not a good thing for me.

Poorly managing my epilepsy for about ten years, my seizures continued.

Realization dawned:

anticonvulsant medication was not the be all and end all of this journey.

Strictness with myself ~ super strictness ~ was the action plan.

- Bed by seven in the evening

- Asleep by nine at night

- Up by five in the morning, 

- Work at seven in the morning.

A bit of overkill for a long time but it worked then ~ still works today. Evening shifts starting at three in the afternoon provided the best sleeping hours for many years.

My good fortune in my career? ~ acquiring nursing positions with only day shifts or evening shifts.

“[S]leep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.”

~ Thomas Dekker

A Life Lesson on How to Live with Epilepsy...

Twisting through me in powerful muscle spasms.

Surfacing from unconsciousness into confusion.

Apologizing and feeling wrong.

Common knowledge says: 

there is an aura before a seizure: 

seeing colours ~

smelling burnt toast ~ 

some kind of a warning giving someone time to lie down.

My warning? Something I can neither see nor smell

lasting only seconds ~ only a vague feeling.

For the first 10 years, 

wavering between 

attempting normalcy, 

taking prescribed medication and 

waiting for the next round of seizures,

I fought against learning what it was.  

Anger and frustration gripped me when told by a loved one:

'you're going to have a seizure!’

Finally straining for common sense and logic, 

I forced myself to ask:

'How can you tell if I’m going to have a seizure?!'

'Your eyes go flat.'

It took years to learn what that meant for me.

I had to learn how my body, my mind and my soul would feel.

It was not a sensation, like smell, sound or touch but

dreamy disconnection from 

everything and everyone around me.

Drifting away.

Lesson:  

Pay attention to how you feel in your gut, in your head, in your heart.

When sounds grow distant, watery - lie down, get safe.

“To become different from what we are, we 

must have some awareness of what we are.”

~ Eric Hoffer

Author's Note: Edited January 28, 2024

Gratitude and a brick wall...

So, there I was,19 years old, in the middle of nurses training, with a budding family at home...

Sitting across the desk from the

Director of the School of Nursing, I was certain that my goal and dream of being a nurse was about to crumble around me.

In 1967, there were still fairly strict standards in Nursing Schools. 

So, with great trepidation, 

I asked the hard question:  

'Am I going to have to leave school?'

Relief flooded me with the Director's next words:

'As long as your epilepsy doesn't affect your work you don't have to worry about it.'

Because of those words, for which I have been forever grateful, 

I have maintained a modest nursing career spanning over four decades.

My family continued to grow ~ I now have two grown sons and one grandson. I love them and am so very proud of them ~ and like any mom I worry about all three of them.

Now, a reality check for every one: Not all those diagnosed with epilepsy are as fortunate. Many have epilepsy beginning in infancy, toddlerhood, childhood, teen years...... at any stage of learning and development. These unfortunate individuals have immense barriers at the start, completion and advancement of education, career development, let alone maintaining steady employment. 

Some (the present rate is 14%) do not develop epilepsy until after age 65 in the so-called golden years, impacting any independence that may have been achieved.

Am I grateful?  You bet I am!

“He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things 

he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.”

~ Epictetus

Author's Note: Edited January 28, 2024