Counting Pieces to Peace: Weekend Epilepsy

My Saturday revolved around a rectal syringe. (Great first line huh?) It felt dirty. Not necessarily dirty, but….. exceptionally sad. I’d tried so long to avoid it. Increasing the pills already, apparently, failing to work. Then CBD oil to no avail. And I knew I was just putting off the inevitable while having number 62, 63, 64… hearing... Continue Reading →

When Life Isn’t How You Planned: Diastat

Some people think certain things shouldn't be shared or said, and this is probably one of them. We all value our privacy… But Lord knows this blog is not about privacy or painting a picture of health. It's about honesty and real-life, for some of us...

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