All tagged Epilepsy
“I’m so sorry that you are a part of this club but we are grateful you are here.”
David Axelrod said this to Miguel and I as we were wrapping up an emotional interview that would be shown during CURE Epilepsy’s annual Chicago benefit. It was 2017 and the first time I had heard someone refer to the epilepsy community as ‘the club’.
Years ago, when I first began speaking with researchers, I would catch the sparkle in their eye when they heard about Adelaide’s medical mysteries. Internally I wanted to scream at them, “how dare you find her suffering intriguing! How dare you draw ambition from our desperation!” But over time I’ve grown to appreciate the symbiotic relationship we as patients and caregivers have with researchers. We are their sparkle and they are our hope.
With epilepsy awareness month coming to a close and infantile spasms awareness week upon us I’ve been thinking a lot about my advocacy. Specifically about the nagging guilt I’ve felt for not posting as much about epilepsy awareness as I typically would this time of year. Am I failing this community by not Tik-Toking and Insta-reeling with the best of them? Then, as if he could sense my musings from 3,000 miles away, Bud aka Emma’s dad, sent me a piece of his writing that cleared the muddled lines like a doctor decoding an EEG.
It’s Purple Day! You know the Cervantes family loves an excuse to spread some epilepsy awareness. I LOVE this community. I LOVE the people it has brought into my life, the lessons they have taught us and the empathy and understanding with which we support one another. But lately I’ve also had a sense of desperation as these awareness days come and go and our connection to them is no longer pictured with us.
Well, friends, I finished the first draft of my book last week: 63,000 words that ensure Adelaide will live forever. At first I thought the book was going to be about Adelaide: her life, loss and lessons. But what ended up coming out was my own journey and how her lessons and her losses forever changed the course of my life. Now, I just need to find someone willing to take a chance on me and my inchstones.
#Sponsored #EpilepsyAwarenessMonth fact: 70% of people with epilepsy don’t know the cause. This statistic is bananas to me, what is even crazier is that for some reason the neurological community seems to have just shrugged and accepted this as a fact. We cannot cure epilepsies (yes, plural) until we can determine their causes and current studies show that at least 50% of epilepsies are the result of genetics. So, when I connected with BioMarin and learned about https://www.canepilepsybegenetic.com, I was intrigued.
For the last couple years I’ve included my speech from this event as a blog post and even though more people were able to view it live this year than in the past, I believe there is still value in recording it here. Every word of this appeal is true and written from my heart. Thank you for reading and thank you for your support.
A rare diagnosis likely doesn’t come with a cure, and often not even a treatment, but it offers a navigational chart of what a future could look like. It comes with warning signs so you can line up the specialists in advance and a community of families battling the same rough waters. So, when you don’t have a diagnosis, sentences like, “I’m sorry mama, it’s NOT cerebral palsy” can be absolutely and bizarrely heartbreaking. Please welcome fellow warrior mama, Colleen Jendreas @keep_going_owen, to the blog…
It was just one week. One regular looking week on the calendar - but it was anything but. Four years ago this week, the trajectory of my life, which I had been meticulously planning and mapping, was blown off course. It wasn’t just a small nudge but three hurricane force blasts. At the time I could feel their sudden impact but there is no way I could have grasped the ripple effects they would have on the rest of my and my family’s life.
This week I started to see reminders in my inbox and social media feeds that International Epilepsy Awareness Day was just around the corner, February 10th. I felt overwhelmed by the need to do something and underwhelmed by my desire to advocate. An Eeyore cloud settled over me and then, for the first time since Adelaide died, I felt anger. I’ve been waiting, even wanting the anger to surface. Then, there it was, grinning back at me like Jack Nicholson in The Shining. All purpose, no BS.
November 1st, marks the first day of epilepsy awareness month. So, who better to lean on for this week’s post than my mentor in all things epilepsy, advocacy and fundraising: Susan Axelrod, CURE’s founder and my cherished friend. She is the very definition of a warrior mama and I will never be able to thank her for the road she paved on which I march today.
The Cervantes family has had quite a week with something for everyone to celebrate - and we absolutely have. But lurking in the shadows of every celebration is chronic illness just waiting to take back the spotlight - and it has. I don’t use the word “hate” lightly. In fact, there is only one thing Jackson is allowed to say that he hates: epilepsy. But for some reason, using this word has been considered taboo in the community for years. So, I tried to figure out why.
