It was the summer of 1974 and I was getting ready to start college in my hometown of Chicago, Illinois; but that summer changed everything for me.
I had my first known seizure when I was 17-years-old. My doctors have told me that I probably won’t see a cure in my lifetime, and that the best that we can hope for is to keep my seizures under control with medication.
I am lucky though. I have a support system with my housemate, my son, Patrick, and my extended family. My attitude of, “it is what it is” helps a lot too. If by telling my story, I can help just one person cope, then my work will be done.
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.