For a little background history, I come from a medical mystery family. An unknown genetic mishap has caused varying degrees of physical and mental disabilities for the males in my family; my two younger brothers included. I watched and went with my parents to various doctor appointments, testing, genetic counseling sessions, and so on. I was introduced to this wonderful world of medicine quite early and learned quite a bit on my travels. I was the “normal” one. I was not cognitively delayed and was placed in honors and advanced placement classes. I was passionate about music and played multiple instruments for school and the community. I even danced too. But then it happened.
2011 I endured the storm. I had my first episode, moment, whichever way people would like to term it. I had my first seizure. I have heard people talk about how they can sense them coming, they have a feeling, smell a weird scent, or they taste something in their mouth. For me, they come without warning. I am fine and within the next moment..my world is black. My memory is erased. I do not know where I am and I will not know who you are. Slowly reality will settle back in and embarrassment, fear, and sadness take over. This is my storm. This is my reality.
I will never forget the look on my father’s face or the fear in my friends’ eyes who witnessed it. His perfect daughter and their normal friend was not so normal anymore. We hoped it was a fluke, a sickness, something..but it was not. It became a way of life. It became Epilepsy.
Yes, the “Normal” One..that was my one job – to be normal.
(Photo Credit: Self – honestly; bought and planted this flower)