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Epilepsy and developmental delay in young children
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One day that made all the other days seem to disappear. I woke up just like every other day, thinking all is well, only today is different, today is life changing. I’m a mother who has dedicated my entire life to my babies, and within a few hours, my whole life was turned upside down. My son has epilepsy, a seizure disorder that up until that day I knew nothing about. When you think of seizures, you think of thrashing around and foaming of the mouth, I sure did. For Blayk, my three year old son, yet, that was not the case. It started out that he was just quiet, which was not different from his normal disposition. A few minutes later, I noticed a spiked fever, followed by vomiting. To be honest, at this point, I didn’t think too much of his
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
My leg bounced wildly. I had every nail on my hand bit down until they were almost bleeding. I had drank three Pepsi's and eaten two candy bars just for something to do, and we had only been waiting an hour. Sixty minutes of pure torture, not knowing what was wrong with my baby brother or if he was going to be okay.
The struggle of not being able to breathe properly, gasping for air while the fever inside was killing me little by little and my fragile self in the age of four did not know what was happening to me I was brain dead, more like clueless little kid almost having a near death experience of having a seizure that in the end it changed my life and the way I looked at it because God gave me another chance to actually prove to him that I can be someone in my life and grateful to be alive today knowing that I have family that actually loves me for who I am.
I missed a lot of school and was unable to attend school. It turned out to be a neurological tick. I was always coughing could hardly move without coughing, sore throat, just felt really horrible. It took multiple doctors to examine me and no one could figure it out. Finally an immunologist figured it out the issue. It took almost a whole year for me to get better. I was constantly at home but I also spent some time in the National Jewish hospital. This was hard for my mom she was distraught over this issue. Not only did she have her health issues but she was taking care of my health issues. On top of the health issues we had issues with the school accepting that I was unable to come to school. They would threaten us with the truancy officers but my condition couldn’t be helped at the time until the treatment was completed. The treatments sucked and having a year taken from me sucked more than anything. I just kept thinking like this is so stupid what teenager has this happen to them. All I did was thinking of what I would do when I was better. I kept stressing myself out as well not being able to get out of the house and do what I needed or to know I was a year behind in school because of this stupid coughing tick. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, I just had to live day by day and hope that my life and health would bet
I was standing still, in that awful hospital that stunk of fresh rubber gloves and rubbing alcohol, yet, I was struggling to breath. I had an instant migraine and I physically, emotionally and spiritually ached over every inch of my body. Our small, broken family surrounded Dallin in a dim, and gloomy hospital room, June 12th, 2015 would go down in history as the day I lost my dad, one of my best friends, and a little bit of myself with him. The next days and weeks drug on. I lost most of my appetite, but I managed to ask a nurse for some orange juice.
Now let’s fast forward to a few months later. It was a Friday and I was going home with one of my friends after school to spend the night. It was her cousins 17th birthday so we all went out to a popular restaurant to celebrate. While at dinner with my friend and basically her entire family, it happened again, I had my second seizure. This time while at the emergency room the doctor referred me to ...
It has been around 14 hours since I have gotten back from the Freshmen Retreat, and I happy to be able to write about the success of the trip in all parts, regarding my personal goal, what I learned about my fellow advisory peers, and realizing a bit more about myself.
My seventeen years of life have all been through the word of God and the hope that one day I would beat something that no one thought would ever happen not even my own doctor. Since the time, I was ten years old I have suffered with Epilepsy, it was like an overnight type thing that came from out the blue. It was around time of 1:30 – 2:00 in the morning when my mom noticed me shaking in the bed next to her I heard her say to me “Miyah, Miyah, wake up!!!!” of course the only moving at that time being I could do was shaking my legs and arms. After seizing for a good thirty minutes I finally woke up, but that wasn’t the end of my terrifying situation it was just the beginning.
Sometimes in life, there will be some challenges or obstacles that come your way, whether you want it to or not, which could ultimately rearrange your thinking and forces you to SSS life decisions. For me, one obstacle that impacted me was in my past which lead me where I am now. I had to change households which meant I started living with my father, new siblings, and a new school environment. Although starting out it was difficult rebuilding a relationship with him, he truly became a good father figure towards me and gave me life skills in my near future. Overall, I feel like me moving away from what I’ve been used to all my life and making that decision, I can say that it benefited my life tremendously.
The first thing I did was call the pediatrician and schedule a meeting as soon as possible, which fortunately was at 8am that morning, next thing I did was cancel work for the next few days. I prepared Kevin for the meeting, he was so tired and sick he barley talked and reacted to the world. We went straight away. When I come to think of it now, it wasn’t the best thing for me to drive, my mind was running scenarios of what can go wrong at the doctor's office. When we arrive the practice was empty we were the first patients of the day. We Entered Mr. Bar's office and he without even examining him had a diagnoses
We arrived at the emergency room only to find several people already there. Joey was begging me to do something to stop the pain in his back; we waited and waited and waited. Finally, in total anger and despair I set out to find someone to help. The doctor came over, examined him and asked me several questions; it was slowly becoming apparent to me that this doctor did not have any answers. Meanwhile I was growing more concerned about the unknown; what was wrong with my child? The doctor, obviously puzzled by the situation, decided to run a CBC (complete blood count). This took what felt like an eternity, suddenly the doctor became somewhat evasive, almost secretive. I was exasperated, determined to find out what was wrong with Joey’s lab report. I inched my way over behind the curtain, so I could overhear bits and pieces of the doctor’s conversation. They were discussing things like a low hemoglobin count and a high white blood cell count, then I heard it, the most devastating word I have ever heard a doctor say-Leukemia.
There have been tons of things that I have learned and been taught in my life, by a number of people such as family, teachers, or even friends on occasion. The things they taught me vary from math and other related subjects to just some truly simple yet meaningful life lessons. However, there is nothing quite as unique, quite as special as a person teaching themselves a life lesson. It really is an amazing accomplishment for a person to teach themselves something. It is not quite as simple as another person teaching them something because it is not just the transferring of information from one person to another. The person instead has to start from scratch and process the information they have in their mind in order to come up with a new thought
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.
When I was younger, I had friends, but I was the person who did not want to dance at birthday parties. I was someone who enjoyed talking to the lunch moms instead of playing on the playground. I was shy and my mom handled everything for me. Until now, I did not know how much work went into raising me. I never knew that there were deadlines to paying bills or that appointments had to be made in advance, but everything changed one morning when I woke up to the blaring sound of my mom’s alarm. I was confused because she was a light sleeper, and I became anxious. I ran into her room, and immediately I knew something was wrong. The death of my mother during the first month of my eighth grade year, as a single event, did not instantly mark my transition to adulthood, but it did change my life forever. My mother died before she was able to watch me graduate middle school, before she was able to teach me how to drive, and before she was able to share all of her wisdom. Her death was the most painful experience I have ever encountered, but I was lucky enough