Mountain Climbing
This is not an epilepsy blog. This will not be an epilepsy blog. This blog will continue to be what it has always been: a puking blog.
But...
The seizures keep coming.
On the day her doctor said Kathryn had epilepsy, I could easily have kissed her full on the mouth. I had heard of epilepsy; I knew what it was. It was so much less scary than what I thought we were facing. And her doctor was super hot.
At that point, Kathryn had had two seizures. The first one came and went in the middle of the night. By the morning, it was easy to dismiss. The next one landed her in the hospital for three days. But still, two seizures in two years? Piece of cake. Throw in a daily dose of anti-seizure medicine for good measure, and I was sure we would be in for smooth sailing.
The seizures keep coming.
There were more last night, even after we increased her medicine. Two in a row. And longer. So we increased her medicine again this morning. And now I am scared. I am scared that what we have seen in the past were the foothills, little seizure bumps in the landscape, hills that we crossed easily before finding ourselves climbing Mt. Epilepsy. And thinking about Mt. Epilepsy scares me to the pit of my stomach.
And it makes me want to puke. (See? A puking blog!)





