Take four Dilantin (take four), two Clonazepam (take four), three lamotrigine (take three), six different hormonal concoctions, an array of strong pain medications (take 8 of one, four of the other at a high milligram dosage) for layover cancer pain from too many surgeries, mix all with water and a small amount of food-- ah, the caveat, you may require that nausea medication to keep all of this down and as I recently found out, between all of the pills, this amounts to a handful of pills every hour on the hour, no shit.
No, I am not some television watching hypochondriac who just has to try the latest medication to be fashionable. I am technically, still a cancer patient who has a rare autoimmune disease and a form of epilepsy (temporal lobe) that is, these days anyway, totally out of control and has, for the past year, left me seizing practically every day, unable to make sense of my world and more importantly perhaps, unable to communicate in any real way with those around me.
This year alone I have had status epilepticus several times (that’s several times I could have lost my life – or to be honest, every seizure is a potential life-costing event or at least, life altering, depending on the severity ) but we go on. We troop on and I do not write now for pity, because pity does nothing for me at all and besides, pity is boringly monotonous and the same and the same and the same and no, I don’t’ want a marathon or walk held in my name or any such thing unless it is to raise money for the epilepsy foundation, long forgotten because we lack the glamour of the more exotic diseases and besides, epilepsy is still so poorly understood.
But I don’t care about that right now. I’m not on any kind of crusade to get epilepsy recognized. All I feel is the weight of this back-breaking depression that weighs on me more and more every day, leading to dreams of my dead brother (suicide), dreams in which I join him, or beg him to let me join him because it seems like the better alternative at the moment because I have become not simply a burden unto others (though that in itself would be enough), but a burden unto myself, and that part is unbearable. I am at a loss. It is so simple… I am at a loss…







Article comments
1 - Temple Stark
And yet through all that, the woman can write. Thanks for that Sadi. In a sick way I feel even luckier than I did minutes ago.
2 - Temple Stark
Also, I've wondered about thinking of applying for this job some type of parttime basis if possible,
Looks like they're looking for fulltime though - now.
3 - sadi
temple, you have just made me feel a thousand,hundred times better . you have no idea. i can't thank you enough. truly truly. thanks for that. i've been needing it and you offer freely.
be well,
sadi