The Party is Over, but the Memory Remains!
We celebrated Nick’s 42nd
I was talking to another mom yesterday as she related to me a story that I knew well. Her adult daughter had started seizing the day before, over 20 Grand mal seizures in a 2 hour period. The mom wasn’t able to get the prescribed rescue meds into her daughter between the seizures. That was the part that was terrifying. She had to call the ambulance for transportation to the hospital where they could administer the needed medication. After a few hours, they were able to go home. When the daughter awoke in the night with more seizure, the mom was able to administer the medication so the crisis was averted.
As she was relating her story, I discovered that I was holding my breath and felt sick to my stomach. It was as if I had been standing there with her going through the experience.
In those minutes, each second seems to last a lifetime. As your child is seizing uncontrollably and all you can do is get them to the floor, turn them on their side, clear the surrounding area and the wait until it’s over. Frantically watching the clock to make sure that it doesn’t go ‘too long.’ In my opinion any seizure of any length is too long. Even after 37 years of caring for Nick through seizures, I don’t ever feel prepared and it is never easy.
The picture I included today was taken after a particularly long seizure series. Nick was asleep as is his usual pattern when the seizures finally stop and his sister Karen crawled into his bed behind him, exhausted emotionally and physically from the ordeal.
Unexpected and random, it often feel like a sucker punch to the gut when these situations happen. I am grateful for the emotional and physical support that we have received from our family and friends. I hope that I am able to give support to others when they need it.
Please share with me when you have been blessed by others during your darkest times. I believe that is an incredible blessing to hear the stories of others
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We celebrated Nick’s 42nd
The holidays can be
The other morning Nick
Announcing that I have finished a book with the working title of “The Fairy Fort.” I am currently pitching it to publishers. Keep checking back to watch the progress of my newest novel.
Here is a quick glimpse of the story.
Sarah Doherty is an 18-year-old living in rural Ireland at the tail end of the Great War. Plagued by severe epilepsy, she is protected by her parents and lives a sheltered, secluded, lonely life. The Fae, local Irish fairies, interfere with her life. She falls forward a century in time through the local fairy fort of standing stones. She had a seizure in 1918 and woke up in 2020. The 21st century world includes life-saving prescriptions, physical comforts and the independence and freedom she seeks. The locals are welcoming and Andy Mclaughlin, a handsome young historian, is intriguing. She doesn’t want to return home.
Then a letter arrives from Boston divulging the story of Sarah and Andy’s lives that are deeply entwined in the previous century. They are not yet in love but as they seek to verify the letter through online resources, they feel a growing obligation to their unborn family and to each other. What would happen to their posterity living in Boston if they don’t return to 1918? Even if they do make it back, her parents can never know what happened to her or that would change everything.
This Young Adult time-travel romance explores the question: Do we have the freedom to make choices or is free will an elaborate illusion?
This is my third book. I love reading time travel romances. I am an advocate for epilepsy awareness because my 43-year-old son has intractable epilepsy. As a genealogist specializing in Irish research, I live part of the year in the village where the story is based. I wrote the book to help young adults understand that difficult situations can change your life. Sometimes miraculously.
Such true comments. We all go through tough times when we don’t know if we can hang on; when telling the truth is beyond words to express where we are. At such times, friends who can come alongside, who can hear what we say without words hang on for us as we lose our grasp on the end of our frayed rope…God’s gift in the midst of our chaos. I have been blessed to have had several. I hope I have been one.
Over the years, we’ve been the cushion at the bottom of each other’s free-fall. And I’ll be that for you again when you need it. Sending you a hug, prayers and love, all rolled into one big ball, rolling your way.
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