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LYNDA'S TRIUMPH OVER EPILEPSY
I have a very dear friend, her name is Lynda. When I first met Lynda she told me about her surgery to cure her Epilepsy. Over a period of time I came to understand all that Lynda has been through with this disorder. I asked Lynda to write her story, of her triumph over Epilepsy. I feel that her story might help, to empower other's in a similar position.
The following is Lynda's story.
I am Lynda, In 1944 at 2 ½ years of age, I was struck on
left side of my head by a milk delivery truck. I was taken to Vancouver General Hospital, I was given 24 hours to live. Against all odds I survived, but while recovering I was not allowed any visitors, not even my mother.
When I left hospital, I had to learn to do everything all over again. The right side of my brain took over, to compensate for what was destroyed on left side of brain.
My family never talked about accident and effects it had on my life. Back then, way families handled tragedy was to put it in closet. Because of this, I felt that my needs were not met. This left me feeling stifled and denied..
When I reached school age I felt different from everyone else .It was at that time in my life that I started having Epileptic seizure's. Some times my body warned me that a seizure was coming, I could hide and no one would witness me having a seizure. When there were changes in school routine, like Christmas and Easter exams, seizure's could come hourly.
From time my seizures started and all years that I was in school my family never sought medical treatment for my seizure's. They pretended that seizures never existed, and that I was imagining my physical and emotional problems. I learned not to talk about seizure's, and problems they created in my life.
In 1960, I had a full medical check up. I knew I was different from other people. It was at this time I started taking medication. I traveled and tried to live normally, but I knew I was different because every where I traveled I carried a thick medical folder.
I can still remember some of incidents that happened to me, over years.
One day I opened oven to take out some muffins, I forgot to wear oven mitts. I got 3rd. Degree burns on my hands. Another time, I was looking down at my husband, he was standing on some rocks, 5 feet below me. I blacked out and I fell, lucky for me, my husband caught me. I even blacked out doing simple chores, one time I was doing laundry and I blacked out, I hurt my lips because I fell face first onto top of washing machine. I even fell down stairs when I was sitting on floor putting on my shoes.
Most of my seizures took place while I was asleep. During day I quite often got warning signs that I was going to have a seizure, when this happened I would lay down so I wouldn't hurt myself. The one big seizure I can remember, happened when I was working part time at a drug store. When that seizure was over I found myself on side walk,I had wet pants, and I was surrounded by concerned, and confused people. That was my first and last try at working.
Slowly as years passed I lost confidence, and self esteem, I was very stressed . My insecurity gave me a little monkey on my shoulder, monkey directed my life, telling me what I could and couldn't do. There was no hope in my life, just fear.
In my early forties I stopped driving my car, because warning signs that told me I was about to have a seizure stopped coming. I was afraid I would hurt some one. I knew any emotional upset could trigger a black out.
