Gifts from Epilepsy

The title is not a typo.

Yes, gifts from epilepsy.

Falling down over and over again forces you to practice getting up.

Shunning gives you thick skin.

All your friends are true, because the fake ones ditch you.

You get more grit than most people on the planet.

A huge, wide-open heart is acquired.

You get to be an expert at empathy.

You get really good at feeling the fear and doing it anyway.

Make no mistake, epilepsy is a foe not a friend.

It steals your freedom. It robs you of your peace.

But it does give certain gifts, whether you want them or not.

Gee, thanks.

 

 

 

Story #2: Fevers and Seizures

Rose had many ear infections that were usually accompanied by fevers. Unfortunately, these fevers sometimes caused febrile(with fever)seizures. We were vigilant about taking her temperature anytime she was sick. If her temperature was elevated, we gave her a children’s liquid form of an NSAID(non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs). We tried diligently to prevent her fevers from getting high enough to supposedly cause a seizure. We referred to her problem as a “faulty thermostat”. No fevers, meant no seizures… we thought.
Over the next three years after her initial seizure in the pediatricians office, Rose had eleven more febrile seizures. These were always scary. It seemed as though we just couldn’t prevent them, even though we tried to intervene with over-the-counter medications. We began to suspect that there was more to these events than just fevers.
I began wondering if this condition had a source that was always present, not just something that showed up with fever and illness. Was there something in her brain causing these? Maybe a lesion, tumor or chemical imbalance? When would this end? All children get sick, but most don’t have seizures accompanying illnesses.
I began to feel that the cause was lurking somewhere in Rose, waiting until she was weakened. I suspected that this was no visitor that showed up with illnesses and fevers. This was a resident. I constantly watched for flushed skin and chin twitches.
I did some research. I read all about febrile seizures. No one mentioned the word epilepsy. It crossed my mind, but not my lips. Not my child. It was these ear infections. If we could get them under control, things would be fine. An Ear, Nose and Throat specialist, that’s what we needed. Get some tubes in those ears so that they could drain, the infections would clear, the fevers would stop. Voila’!

Seizure Mama speaks to parents:

Later on there were some suspect incidences that did not involve fevers. Rose referred to them as “tornadoes in her mouth”.  I did not know anything about partial seizures. I had never researched epilepsy before. I did not want it to be epilepsy, so I ignored some signs. That’s called denial. Would my being more proactive have made any difference? No one can know that. I did the best I could with what I knew at the time. When there were undeniable signs of something more, I jumped into action. For now the diagnosis was febrile seizures, nothing countered that. I am not one to borrow trouble.

Story #1: Hot Diaper

The warning came in the form of a hot diaper. I was sitting at the kitchen table with Rose on my lap. I felt extreme heat radiating across my thighs. I thought I had spilled a cup of hot coffee into my chair, but there was no coffee near me, only squirming and fussy Rose.
When I figured out that the heat was coming from her diaper, I panicked. How could her pee be that hot? All I could think of was getting her to her pediatrician. I knew the fever had to be really high for her urine to be this hot.
I grabbed Rose’s diaper bag along with my purse and headed out the door. I drove straight to the doctor’s office even though I knew it was their lunchtime. I pulled our van into the parking lot facing the door of the office. I paced back and forth outside the open van door while Rose sat quietly in her car seat. The nurse appeared to unlock the door. I removed Rose from her seat and hurried toward the nurse. I quickly explained why we were there without an appointment.
It was a relief to be ushered into the office and down the hallway toward the examination rooms. As the nurse put the thermometer in Rose’s ear she stiffened. Her head tilted back and her eyes rolled up in her head. She was twitching and twisting so strongly, that I could barely keep her in my arms. I screamed the doctor’s name. “She’s having a seizure.” I heard myself yell.
The doctor appeared beside us and cradled Rose’s head as we moved as a group into the nearest patient room. Rose was still jerking as we gingerly placed her on the padded examination table. Then she was eerily still and ashen. She didn’t look the same. Had something changed in those few minutes? Was Rose still in there? I held my breath and waited for a movement or sound. Waiting for some sign that this was over and Rose was back.
The doctor stayed with us. Silently administering acetaminophen rectally. He sponged down Rose’s arms and legs with clothes that were wet with tepid water. Rose began to squirm. I remember taking a deep breath. She stirred some more then looked around and sat up.
The doctor left to see other patients while I sat in the chair holding Rose. I was stunned at what had just taken place. Rose eventually got down on the floor to play with the toys on the rug, as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
I had never seen a seizure in person before. I didn’t know anything about childhood seizures. Mama had some serious learning to do. This was not in all those parenting books, or maybe I skipped those parts.

Seizure Mama speaks to parents:

After the shock wore off, I played the terrible parent game called “SECOND GUESSING YOURSELF”. If you have never played a form of this game, go on to the next story. The rest of you, here we go.

This form of the game is called “What if I had…?”.  It involves a kind of scientific twist like forming an if/then hypothesis and guessing the various outcomes. In the game you get to be the cause of every calamity. It’s a great game to play at night, in the dark, when you should be getting some much-needed rest.

I will demonstrate.

1. IF I had changed Rose’s diaper and given her a cool drink instead of rushing to the doctor’s office, THEN she might have cooled off and never had that seizure.
2. IF I had changed Rose’s diaper and clothes to a cooler outfit, THEN…
3. IF I had given Rose a dose of an NSAID(non-steroidal anti-inflammatory)drug and a cool drink, THEN…

The possibilities of these variations are endless. You can play all night if you wish.

What is the point of this game? Blame of course. You are in charge of your world, so this seizure must be your fault! I know, that sounds crazy right? Then quit thinking that way about yourself. Bad things happen. Maybe things could have been done differently. Maybe there may have been a different outcome. But you don’t know that. So when you catch yourself playing this terrible game, pat your tired self on the back and roll over and get some sleep.

Dear Parents

Introduction for Watching Rose Rise:

I wish I could claim that this is a “How to” manual for raising a child with epilepsy.  It is not.  This is the story of raising our daughter, Rose. We made many mistakes.  Our family did the best that we could despite our own fears and ignorance. We were never trained as parents, much less as medical specialist. Our job was to raise Rose, not to cure her. We found the best doctors and tried many medications, but treatment is not a cure. We did what parents do. We flew by the seat of our pants with our hearts wide open and breaking.

I do not recommend you follow this twisted trail of breadcrumbs that I have left here for you to read.  I only hope that you recognize your own struggles among these stories and realize that you are not alone. Someone else has been where you are now, as a terrified parent, and survived to tell the tale.

Just remember you do not get to be the superhero in your child’s story.

Yours is a supporting role.

You child is the star.

When they fall down, you help them up.

Eventually, they will not need your help to get back up.

Your job is to get them strong enough to rise alone.

The getting back up is the important part.

When they are strong enough, you can stand back with pride.

This is where we are now…

Watching Rose Rise

 

 

Epilepsy Foundation 24/7 Help Line

https://www.epilepsy.com/living-epilepsy/247-helpline

I saved this link so that I could find it again.

Our newest issue is that our insurance wants to “encourage” switching to generic forms of Rose’s medications.

Generics are NOT the same as name brand drugs.

We have experienced two accidental switches in our twenty-three years, both times the results were terrible.

So here comes our next battle.  Not seizures…Insurance.

Seizure Mama

Another Mother

Rose and I had a lot of help during these years of struggle. Rose’s dad kept working through it all while I quit teaching part-time at the local college, then closed down my garden art business, later left my middle school job and lastly kissed that community college good-by for a second time. Rose’s dad has been the steadfast supporter, while I have fluctuated between fearless caregiver and emotional wreck. My husband is still working after thirty-eight years to keep our insurance. Hang in there Honey!

Rose’s big brother missed having a care-free childhood because he had to be strong and serious. I still send him silly photos on his phone to make sure he laughs once in a while. He is like his daddy. He will carry the load and stand straight up doing it. He has been there for Rose over and over again. Playing the role of goofy protector to keep her safe and laughing. I hope he surrounds himself with fun and joy as a man.
Our whole family has traveled with us on this journey; two aunts, four grandparents, a beloved uncle B and two cousins. Coming to parties and throwing parties. Showing up wherever we were with food and gifts. Calling to check on Rose. Taking her shopping.  Playing games with her. Doing what families do.
Our church has been a blessing through it all. It is like our second home. We went there during the terrible times when we did not go anywhere else. Rose got to be around familiar folks. The other children knew about her seizures. These families supported us through the tough times. Our church friends brought in meals for our family and toys, games and coloring books for Rose. Three older gentlemen made it a point to call us every couple of weeks. “How is our girl?” they would ask. Ronnie is still around. Phillip and Blake are no longer living. Rose loved them dearly and took each one’s passing especially hard.
Rose has some friends that have stayed loyal through the years. Leigh Ann, Peter, Ingrid, Aly, Erick and Christina are still her support team. These kids are like family. We are so grateful to them for helping us raise Rose. These peers were especially important through the teen years when Rose’s parents were so ignorant.

All these people gave all kinds of support, but what I really needed was another mother. I needed a mother who had raised a child with epilepsy to tell me how the hell I was going to get us through this. I did not want that other mother to be going through her journey along with me. I needed a mentor. Someone who had lived through all the trials and tribulations and had acquired the skills to stay afloat. Someone with stupid stories and anecdotes. I just needed one other mother to reassure me that we could come out the other side of this terrible tunnel. I needed to see the light.
My forays on the Internet got me drug names and possible treatments. I did not understand most of what I read. I had no medical training. I wasn’t a chemist. I did not need all that jargon. What I really needed was another mother.
That is why started the blog, Seizure Mama and Rose. I was determined to be that other mother. So that some scared mama who was going through that tunnel in real-time could glimpse what life might be like at the other end.

When Rose calls home from the university,  I tell her where our views have been.  I say, “Another mother has found us.”

Hang on “Another Mother”, Rose and I are right here.

SEIZURE MAMA