Update: My mom read this story and added some more detail which I had forgotten. I have put it into the narrative now. It was a Wednesday afternoon in my sixth grade class, about twenty minutes before school got out. I went up to Ms. Strauss and said, “I really don’t feel good. Can I go to the …
Epilepsy and Guilt
Everyone in my family feels guilty because of my epilepsy. Often the first thing I hear from someone once I begin to recover from a seizure is, “I’m sorry.” They apologize for not catching me in time when I fall. For not noticing more quickly I was seizing. For the embarrassment I must feel over the …
Not Always Hope, Not Never Hope, But Sometimes Hope
I have had a few people ask me why the name of this blog is Sometimes Hope. “If we are called to trust God all the time,” the question starts, “why isn’t your title Always Hope or maybe Keeping the Hope?” I even struggled with this a bit myself. After some thought, here are three reasons I can only …
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Why I’m Proud to Wear My Superman Shirt
Photo Credit: Klobetime (Creative Commons) It was a hot summer Arizona day. The smell of barbecue burgers was making everyone wish it was lunchtime already. The joyful screams of children playing in the swimming pool filled the air as the adults lounged twenty feet away, enjoying the respite and the …
2013 – The Year to Overcome
Wish I could tell you that I am big into New Year’s resolutions, but I am not. Wish I could tell you that I choose I key word or phrase to define what I want to accomplish for the coming year, but that would be a lie. I usually view life more as a continuum, and see each moment as a chance to …
Lost Memories
Part of the struggle with being epileptic is that memories just disappear sometimes. No warning. No pattern. No rhyme. No reason. No hope of regaining them. They are just gone. Like a very targeted amnesiac. This can be infuriating, especially for a person like myself who (used to) pride …
The Devil’s Favorite Words
As we come up on Thanksgiving, I’m still in a pretty heavy place because of my seizures, but I got some insight into why this evening. It’s because I have been listening a bit too much to the devil’s favorite words – What If? I have my first neurology appointment on Monday, and a lot could change …