I Survived Epilepsy

 

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There are just issues closest to my heart because I’ve gone through them myself. One of them is the issue on how to react around a person having an epileptic attack or seizure, as some may call it.

I remember when I had my very first attack when I was around 4 years old. I was just playing with my geometric shapes, when suddenly I had a very bad convulsion. Our labandera back then saw me and instinctively brought me to the hospital in tricycle. My mom would later tell me she had no footwear when she brought me there. I would forever be grateful to her. I was then hospitalized, but not yet diagnosed to have an epilepsy. The diagnosis came much later when I was around 10 years old.  This happened after a series of medical tests and after a lot of experiences of seizure attacks in school and in church. I was then given medication to manage my condition.

My kind of epilepsy is the one that they call petit mal seizures. I have an aura too. It’s that feeling you have that you know you would have a seizure. I remember an experience wherein I alerted my classmate that I will pass out, but because she was also a young gradeschooler back then, she didn’t know how to respond to me having a seizure. Eventually, I was then brought to the school clinic. But horror of horrors, when I later recovered and had my consciousness back again, our school nurse allowed me to go back to  my class again without her accompanying me. She didn’t even wait for my mom to get me and let her decide if I am to go home and rest for the remainder of the day. I’m sure that nurse haven’t had the slightest idea of what persons with epilepsy and their family go through every single waking moment of their lives.

That’s why it’s important for people to be educated on epilepsy – what it is and what it is not and how best we can help during and after a seizure attack.

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March 26 is Global Epilepsy Awareness Day that’s why I am making a blog post about it. I hope that people will also take time to understand this condition. Those with epilepsy have special needs too. But as I’ve always said, with proper care from family and friends, plus a competent doctor who will prescribe good medication that will manage the condition, epilepsy can be overcome. I know this to be true because after years of battling with it, I finally survived epilepsy! By God’s healing grace, my last attack was when I was in college and till this day forward, I haven’t had a seizure again.

 

I would like to thank my friend Tin Fajardo for sharing the photos here with me. 🙂

 

 

 

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How I Came to Know Him

cross-bridge-2Twenty six years ago, I was listening to a talk by Ms. Toni Rose Gayda at the Yutiam Hall of St. Stephen’s High School. She was recounting to us students how God delivered her from a life of drugs and the illnesses brought about by that form of addiction. Somehow, the word deliverance and illness strike me. Let me tell you why.

I had epilepsy back then. It started when I was four years old. I experienced seizures frequently. I would have epileptic attacks at home, at school, at church. My elementary and high school friends know me to be a sickly person, despite my being an overachiever. I would frequent hospitals, not only for check-ups, but for medical confinements as well. Doctors, blood extractions, medicines were no strangers to me.

Because of this neurological disorder that haunted my childhood and growing-up years, I felt so tired and exhausted. Despite my having an aura (a sense of knowing that I will have an epileptic attack), the stress of the convulsions and the fact that I am not like my peers who are physically strong and who can do whatever they want brought a toll on me.

So when I heard that Someone can deliver me from this illness, I listened intently. That’s how I came to know Him. I bargained, if You can really save me from this illness and heal me completely from this epilepsy, then I am willing to give my life to You. Just take me out of this burden that I bear so early in life.

But it was not that easy. I had to realize I also sinned against Him and that’s what keeping me from a having a close relationship with Him. I had to accept that it is only Him who can save me. But I had to make Him the Lord of my life too. I needed to acknowledge that what He did for me – dying on the Cross – is complete. I had to make a decision. And I did. That day, I received Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior. I laid down my epilepsy on His feet and trusted that He will heal me completely.

I left the place with peace in my heart knowing that Jesus will fulfill His promise to me. No, He did not heal me that instant. But now that I am a grown woman, I have known my Jesus to be the Greatest Healer of all wounds – physical, emotional, spiritual. He heals and makes all things beautiful in His time. My last epileptic attack was when I was in college. It took me around 16 years to experience God’s complete healing. But it was during those 16 fruitful years that Jesus has walked with me closely and revealed Himself to me.

 

 

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