The Epilepsy Files

 

 

So...

This happened last week.

It is a thing.
A new diagnoses to add to the delicious layered hamburger that has become my life. 

Kidding. 

It's more like a tiramisu. 

I hate tiramisu. 

 

I went to a new neurologist to get a second opinion. My new migraine neurologist (when he daned to meet me back in December) told me that he thought I was having seizures. He started me on Lamotragine right away.  

I thought he was wrong and totally nuts. But I took the Lamotragine anyway. I talked to my muscular neurologist who has been seeing me for years now for my mitochondrial dysfunction. I asked her what she thought and if I should get a second opinion. She said that she felt seizures were possible, but supported my getting a second opinion. She made the referral for me to see a specialist neurologist. 

Humor helps me get through hard news. 
I did get the Chinese food I wanted. 

Fast forward many many months and I finally got in to see her. She asked me a slew of questions. Taking her time and being very thoughtful. They conducted a neurological exam on me. And wanted to know more about my memory problems, "blanking out, zoning out" and me smelling things that aren't there. 

 

This resonated with me in a MAJOR way.

At the end of her check up she declared "You have epilepsy." That's a big, scary word for seizures. In fact the first, migraine neurologist had said "silent seizures" which makes it sound even better. Like comparing a tiny sweet dog to a slathering doberman. Silent seizures vs Epilepsy...

She then rattled off a very long list of things I need to do and can no longer do. No driving for a minimum of four months. Until I'm stable on medication and seizure free. Completely seizure free. No baths. Showers only with the bathroom door open and someone home. (Good thing I don't live alone!) Cooking on the back burner of the gas stove only. No going on ladders or high places with no railings. No swimming alone. It just kept on going. I felt like I was trying to get a sip of water from a fire hose. 

She said I need an ID bracelet saying I have seizures. So I treated myself to a new pretty one. You have to treat yourself, right?

I've given you the facts, but I didn't say much about how I feel. I guess I'm still processing it? I know I'm far from the only one in the world blessed with stupid health. But it can also feel lonely. Almost like one more thing to put a wedge between me and my husband (who is relatively healthy and very able bodied.)

I also feel like now all the symptoms overlap so much that I can't tell what caused what. What's the biggest problem? The one screaming the loudest? If they're all screaming in one body, how can I tell.

She said that the types of seizures I'm having directly correlate to where my brain tumor and surgery were. She said that it's likely scar tissue that set it off. 

 

The left temporal lobe. These are post-surgery MRI scans. The new seizure neurologist wants me to do a new brain MRI since I haven't had one in three years now.

2018 to 2026. So even though my surgery was eight years ago, it is still hugely impacting my life. My migraines, pressure sensitivity and now seizures. Oh yeah! And I can't scuba dive either. Well, I couldn't do that anyway because of the plates in my head.

This is getting hard for a mermaid who wants nothing more than to go back to the sea. Luckily she said nothing about snorkeling.