Who knew a child could feel this way and they actually think it’s normal? I would like to go back someday to those giddy days of parenthood when my heart didn’t skip a beat every time I  heard an odd sound through the monitor. I honestly don’t remember what it’s like not waiting for the big one… To softly, gently drift off to sleep without a worry, besides how to remove the dirt from that new Elmo shirt. Epilepsy has stolen a lot from our family. It has stolen parts of Brynn that we can’t get back. It has stolen time, laughter, peace… I can only pray that whatever this is can be stopped in Brett. My heart hurts looking at his sparkle flickering… It hurts to even think that seizures could at any moment take his sparkle away… It’s like watching a train move slow motion straight for a mountain… when you can’t see the opening. I cry out to the Father, please let that opening be there, please don’t let this do to Brett what it did to Brynn. Daily, I struggle to keep it positive, no matter what… I did find out how to remove the mud from that new Elmo shirt. Just a long soak in the sink and it was gone. Much like that mud stain, it will take time to let Brett’s diagnosis sink in and become clear. Likely, Much time will pass before we have full answers and prayerfully one day we will all be able to not worry about seizures… I have never had a sense of direction. When I get lost I have no way of determining where I am or how to get where I need to be. Recently, this led to me being lost for an hour in one smaller part os a larger city, thinking I was somewhere else. In this situation, the worst thing you can do is keep driving. Without assistance from anyone, you make it worse by getting further disoriented and likely driving away from the solution. Looking at the map when I got home, it was easy to see what I had done. Such is our Epilepsy journey. With a great Doctor, Brynn’s history and Brett’s diagnosis we will have to work together to try to get this figured out and be where we need to be. I don’t just want to know the genetic side of things, now I “need” to know. Most of all I will be depending on God to keep us sane in the process. It’s a scary place to be… but with God’s strength, mercy, grace and peace we can too get through this.    

Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe. I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. (Psalm 61:1-4)