The Missing Stories

The folks who know us best will notice omissions in our book.

There are missing stories.

I see no point in sharing them with our fragile and frazzled audience.

Some are painful while others are pointless.

There are stories of folks doing the wrong thing or nothing.

Why should I shame people for trying to do what they think they can do

or not trying to do what they know they cannot do.

There is so much forgiveness in my heart that I even have some left over for myself.

I am not a doctor, nurse or pharmacist. I am only a mother.

My job was to be there and care.

That’s what I did.

So friends, if you wonder why those events that you witnesssed  have been omitted from our memoir, keep in mind…

the point of our book is to help not to harm.

My ‘Other Mothers’ need stories they can learn from.

We want to stand on the edge of the crazy cliff with them,

not shove them over it.

That’s why we are here.  To stand together.

Seizure Mama and Rose

 

The Long Haul

I have been reading books about publishing books.

Sometimes I want to throw up my hands and run back to my garden.

More time and effort is needed than I want to invest.

But this is not a vanity memoir.

This is not just Rose’s story.

It is the story of our family navigating the epilepsy journey together

and coming out the other side whole.

I know folks that need our stories which mirror their own.

I will keep struggling to maintain a balance between our present and our past.

We know there is someone out there that needs us.

We will hold fast for the long haul

and stay the course.

So our stories will keep coming.

Slowly but surely.

Seizure Mama/Flower Roberts

The Art Stayed

Rose was home bound several times during her twelve years of public school.  It was during these periods that we saw her academic struggles up close.

She would go from knowing her multiplication tables to not remembering them, but the art stayed.

Rose could spell words one week and forget them the next, but the art stayed.

She would read a story and forget the names of the main characters, but the art stayed.

When everything else seemed to be flushed from her brain by seizures and side effects, she could still mix a perfect flamingo pink paint and create beauty with her shaky hands.

There were times when we gave up on academics and just did art.

When nothing would go in, the art still came out.

Her teachers were understanding through these roller coaster rides.

When she was stuck in the Epilepsy Monitoring Unit for days at a time, Rose made hotmats. She asked the healthcare workers which colors they wanted and custom made them for people. It was a great way to keep her busy. The nurses and staff thought it was super cute.

When the academic struggles get to be too much for your child,

draw their spelling words, make a math collage, make up a story…

Sometimes it is better to pause than to pass.

Seizure Mama speaks to parents:

I am a former teacher. I knew how important it was for Rose to not fall behind in school.  I also knew how unimportant it was for Rose to fall behind in school.

While she was home bound in grades 3 and 4, her teachers and I refused to frustrate her by pushing the curriculum. One of her teachers said it was like trying to teach a blind person colors.

We worked to keep her moving forward in any way that worked. Art always worked. It was also a way to reassure all of us that Rose was still in there, through all the seizures and side effects.

They could have been terrible times, but we did not let them be terrible. Sometimes you have to let go of the agenda and go with the flow.

Seizure Mama/Flower Roberts

Epilepsy Blog Relay Post: June 23, 2019

 

 

The Technology Tumor

Long before the rest of the population was hooked up to technology,

Seizure Mama was wired.

My first two technology tumors were a beeper and bag phone.

For you young people, a bag phone back then weighed about thirteen pounds.

It was the size of an encyclopedia.

If there was an emergency with Rose,

the beeper went off with the number of the person who called.

I would unzip my “encyclopedia” and call them back.

I carried this phone in a giant purse or backpack everywhere I went.

When I want to whine about having to wear a little pack with my phone in it now,

all I have to do is think back to the beeper and bag phone days.

That shuts Mama right up.

Seizure Mama

Story #8: Preschool for Two

After the series of seizures in the hospital, drug 2D was weaned down and replaced with drug 3S. This new drug was sprinkled onto pudding or peanut butter. The new set of side effects to watch for were hair loss, increased appetite, and learning issues. Well, at least her gums were safe now!
Rose’s birthday is in October so she was either going to be older than her classmates or much younger. Since she was small and had health issues, we had chosen to keep her in preschool an extra year before starting public school. We were glad that we had done this in view of all these ear infections, drug transitions, and seizures. I wore a beeper on my belt at this point. I would drop her off at preschool and go walk at a park down the road or visit grocery store located just across the highway. I was never more than two minutes away. Rose and I were tethered together out of my fear. These Mother’s Morning Out days of preschool were our only break from each other.
Our family loved this preschool. We knew all the teachers well since Rose’s older brother had attended there a few years earlier. The one person on the staff who was not my friend at the time was the director. She was gruff and blunt. She said what she thought without any sweet Southern filter.
When Ms. B heard about Rose’s surgery and the following series of seizures, she phoned us. She informed us that the church preschool could not be responsible for handling medical emergencies. The teachers were not trained for these. Rose was a liability risk. This was hurtful to us, but I also understood it. Rose’s teachers truly loved her and if anything happened to her on their watch, they would have been devastated. By law, public schools have to accommodate students with special needs, but churches do not.
Our options were to pull Rose out of her preschool or have me stay in the building every day while she was there. We were not going to tell Rose at the tender age of five that she was not welcome back into her beloved preschool because of her seizures. Instead I simply stayed at the church every day. The staff knew that I was upstairs in an empty room near the director’s office. I was only a shout away if needed. I read books and studied. Other mothers and teachers dropped by for visits. The director came by to check on me. I began helping her out with needed tasks. Then I cataloged all the children’s books and repaired them. I even substituted when other teachers were sick.
The experience was good for all involved. Rose got to stay in school and her teachers did not need to worry because I was close by. The director and I became good friends.
When Ms. B would drop by to check on me everyday, sometimes I shared my worries. Once when I was obsessing about an upcoming event, she said, “Don’t cross the Fox until you cross the Fox.” She then went on to share that this was some advice from Abraham Lincoln. Apparently there was a Fox River. As folks traveled toward the river they worried about whether the river was up too high or moving too fast to get across. Lincoln was reminding folks to wait and “cross that bridge when you get there.”
Once Ms. B caught me crying. I was overwhelmed by all the hoops we were having to jump through to get help for Rose. She looked into my eyes and asked, “How do you eat an elephant?”and then answered, “One mouthful at a time.”
Seizure Mama speaks to parents:

Forcing the responsibility for your child’s safety onto others is not fair to them or to your child. If your child’s seizures can be dangerous or even life-threatening, you want a willing and competent person in charge of his/her care. You must be an advocate and an assistant. People fear what they do not understand. You must educate the people around your child about epilepsy. Yes, there is a stigma. There will be some shunning. But if you confidently share information with others, there will be no surprise,or public revelation to dread. We were always open about Rose’s epilepsy. This is so much better that trying to guard it like a secret. Be brave and honest. Would you hide your child’s asthma or diabetes? Of course not. Then do not hide this condition. There should be no shame. If your child senses your shame, he/she will feel ashamed of it,too. Do not hand them a handicap.

Stop this Snake

I have a sneaky seizure snake

coiled in the back of my mind.

It stays put most of the time.

Sometimes it strikes

with electrical venom

and shocks my brain.

It slithers through my thoughts

and steals them.

I wish someone strong

could put a heal on the head

of this seizure snake.

 

Be Brave?

Rose had seizures everywhere.

On these many occasions, I plaster a smile on my face and look folks in the eye as they glance and walk by.

Nothing unusual about a grown woman sitting on the floor/ground beside an unconscious little girl.

Rose had a particularly dramatic series in an undisclosed, public location.

As I was sitting on the floor in a hallway, a woman with healthy children walked by, patted me on the shoulder and said “Be brave” and walked away.

I am on the floor. My child is unconscious, again.

Be brave?

Do you tell a person with cancer to be brave?

Do you pat the shoulder of someone being wheeled in to open-heart surgery and whisper “Be brave”?

What choice do we have?

Seizure.  Stop the clock.  Then we wait.

Seizures stopped ballgames, picnics, award ceremonies, bible school, band practice, ball practice, dinners in restaurants.

Stop. Wait. Hurt? Get up.

Stop. Wait. Hurt? Get up.

I am tired of being brave.

How about sitting on the floor with me?

Wait with me.  Down here on the floor.

Anchored to this spot until it’s over.

Until she comes back to me.

Stay and help us up.

If you really care, don’t walk away,

leaving us to be brave,

down here,

alone,

afraid.

SEIZUREMAMA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is for YOU

My life has been funneled to this task.

It is almost like I am not allowed to start anything else.

I feel like Jonah running from God.

Jonah did not want to go to Nineveh. I do not want to write this book.

I have PTSD, for goodness sake.   Must I relive this trauma?

Yes.  Because you are out there.  Feeling like the sky is falling.

Afraid.   Alone.

And I understand your pain.  I know your fear. I know your loneliness.

If I turn my back on my past and try to forget this experience,

I am turning my back on you.

I cannot do that. Whoever you are.

I am here.

God bless us both.

Seizure Mama

 

Never a Good Time for a Seizure

No time is a good time for a seizure, but there are times that are unbelievably bad.

When those horrifically timed ones do occur there is a wave of disbelief.

Really? Now? Could we not make it through this one event without a seizure?

Let me share.

Rose had a seizure in line at a funeral home. We had to quietly sit her in a chair and hold her up until it was over, then find a wheelchair and whisk her away.

Then there was the time she was playing with the band at a football game. Her seizure cleared the stands and stopped the music.

How about a seizure under the goal during a high school basketball game?

Seizure followed by bike wreck in campground in South Dakota aka Middle of Nowhere.

Seizure on the sand at the beach.

In a pool.

While planting a plant, then a face plant; eyes open, resulting in a scratched cornea.

Flipping off of a bench into gravel.

During a Brownie awards ceremony.

Under a picnic table on concrete.

Enough!  Everywhere.

You start to feel punished for doing anything.  You start to feel damned.

But you go on.  This is the bad hand you have been dealt.

Play the hell out of it.

Seizure Mama

 

 

Should We Go?

Seizures steal so much, that we hate to give them anything out of fear.

We do not stay in the house waiting for the next seizure.

We do not want the fear to win like a terrorist.

But we have to ask ourselves, “Should we go?”, before certain outings.

Swimming?    Stay within inches of her.  She must wear her snug life-jacket.

Parties?     Let her sit in a sturdy chair with armrests.  Stay cool and hydrated.

Outside?    Stay in the grass.  Take breaks when red in the face.

Restaurant?   Booth please.  No Red 40 in food.  No alcohol…

Camping?  Route to nearest hospital mapped out. Pack emergency medications and first aid kit.

We go where we want,  but there are plans and modifications to be made.

We always have the “Seizure Bag” with supplies, towels, small blankets, extra clothes, wipes and bandages.

DO NOT JUST STAY HOME.

Do not let a three minute seizure have the other twenty three hours and fifty seven minutes of the day, out of fear.

None of you will get any day back.  Push the limits.   Others will try to limit you.

Rose had seizures in pools, at parties, in a tent camping, riding a bike, on the beach, eating in restaurants, shopping in stores, at Brownies, at Bible School,  even in a funeral home line and in the parking lot after her college graduation.

Handle it calmly and quietly for those three minutes. Then pause to recover and continue. EMS if needed.  They do not have to transport.

Afterward we all have a rest in a quiet place or in the car.  Then return to the activity if possible.

Do not stop your life and wait.  This is the only life you have.

Do not let the seizures seize it.  Live it bravely.  Live it big.  Get out there.

Should we go…?

YES!

Seizure Mama

 

 

 

 

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