November is NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I’d like to be consistent and focused enough to write 50,000 words in here during the next couple weeks, but I’m aiming for at least something each day. If I can’t, I can’t, but even Day 2 is more than the last year and a half, so I think I’m already doing a great job.
I was officially diagnosed with epilepsy in 2000 and we found a good medication combination to treat them by the beginning of 2002. I’d been having blackouts every few months (during those times, I’d function relatively normally—I even told my mother how to recognize if I was having a blackout while having one). Over fifteen years without seizures has been a true blessing, one that only some people with epilepsy receive. Some find medications that reduce their seizures to two or three a day and that’s as good as it gets. I sometimes take my situation for granted, but I should always remember how fortunate I’ve been that my epilepsy has been controlled and it’s not creating limits for me. I can drive, I can travel, I can run errands on my own. Many, many things that are simple and average and completely normal, yet also blessings.
