I had my first seizure in 20ll. I was forty-one. The seizure was a big one. I continued to have them, and I still experience auras, partials, and complex partial seizing, though it is less frequent than it was just a few months ago. After 3 1/2 years, I finally received a diagnosis. I have medial temporal lobe epilepsy with involvement in both the right and left lobes.
A short time after receiving a diagnosis, my 17-year old-nephew died in a car accident. Topping it off was the news that my sister (mama to my deceased nephew) has cancer. The last few years have brought shock, denial, grief, and deep depression.
I am not informing everyone of this because I want pity. There are many who have gone through much worse. My sister had surgery and she will be okay as far as the cancer is concerned. Still, her son is dead. There’s no question that recent life has been much more of a struggle for her. She cries, prays, and smiles between the tears. She stays faithful to God. She throws herself into caring for her family and a dozen teenagers who miss Danny. She’s an inspiration to me.
I’ve been less productive and have not been writing as steadily as I was before all this started,. I have started to write many times. I have published a blog post here and there, published the occasional health and fitness article, and made the public declaration that I am going to complete NaNoWriMo. This challenge begins in less than a month.
What was I thinking? Now I have to do it.
P.S. If you have experienced National Novel Writing Month, I welcome all the advice you can give me!