When I was in grade school I was not able spend the night over my friends house in fear that I would have in episode. Now in view of the fact that I have seizures at my age I have not been able to stay in my own apartment and had to move back home. Yet and still at the age of twenty doctors still do not know or understand what cause my seizures however I still have them. My parents and I always speculate that it was the traumatic day that I pound my head into the ground but that is only speculation. Until I am fully recovered from whatever happened I constantly take medicine and have to be under a watchful eye at all times.
Five year old Charlotte suffers from a rare genetic disorder. In her short life, she has had as many as 300 grand mal seizures in one week, she was confined to a wheel chair, has gone into cardiac arrest and could barely speak. Her doctors were at a loss as to what to do and out of ideas on how to help her. Her mother had heard of the treatment of seizures using cannabinoids, a chemical compound found in marijuana, and as a last resort at saving her little girl, she decided to give it a try. Only two years later Charlotte is almost completely seizure free.
25 weeks came and went […] she felt me still kicking. So she went back, the doc found me still breathing and he offered a partial birth abortion. My mom said she needed to think on that one and so we went back home. At thirty weeks, she never went back and she was starting to wonder about me, was I even still alive? I wasn't kicking as much anymore.
With him gone for now I could finally breathe properly and tried very unsuccessfully to calm my nerves down with a breathing exercise I used before every quiz, test, or exam. “Breathe in breathe out in out in out.” I chanted with no more volume then a whisper. A few minutes passed by with no sign of his return. I though back to a few hours ago when my curiosity, which was of any average fifteen year old girl, got me into this whole fiasco in the first place. * * * I was out for my evening jog around the block, today without my father, since he had to stay late at his office.
The doctor told my family that my grandmother had become septic which forced a second surgery and a move to the intensive care unit (ICU) for three weeks, where she had to be put on life support. Being septic causes all your organs to not to function properly or at all. The most frustrating part of this happening was not knowing why it happened and no one taking responsibility for it. After many days, my grandmother was still in the hospital getting worse. My aunts and my mom never left her side.