Six years ago, I recall preparing to send my daughter to school. It was her first year and it was time to share myself with other parents.
Every day in August, I walked to the bus stop to test my seizures. On the day before school, I introduced myself and had to sit for a seizure.
After the seizure, I apparently got up, walked away and didn’t gain consciousness until after I crossed a major intersection. I rushed myself back to the bus stop and met a group of concerned parents. I explained what happened and went home.
That was the day I knew it was time to agree to brain surgery. I had never walked away from a seizure without consciousness before and I couldn’t risk my daughter’s life. The change in my seizure was a clear sign that it was time to make changes.
Family were fearful of the outcome of brain surgery and I figured, whatever happened, I’d be doing it fighting. If it was my time to go, then I hoped the medical facility could learn from me and help others. I couldn’t ignore what Life was telling me because I wanted to be the best I could be for my child and family.