The Fight For Small Victories
This is a post by Samantha Rosetta.
Today, I am a fighting a disability case. I am constantly waiting to see a neurologist for more testing. I still have what doctors seem to call ‘breakthrough’ seizures. After the accident, I lost my job, my speech, and eventually my voice.
Let me back up.
I was diagnosed with Epilepsy 8 years ago. I can’t exactly pinpoint the type of seizures I have. I haven’t gone through enough to clearly explain or define them. I was feeding my dogs one night in the middle of the night in 2008 when my foot caught on a gate and I fell flat on my face. My fall had triggered my first major seizure. I remember waking up on the floor of my kitchen with paramedics standing over me asking a slew of questions. Everything was happening so fast; I couldn’t focus. I kept scanning the room, trying to piece together what had just happened. They rushed me to the ER. Doctors ran what seemed like a billion of tests and yet I was not awake for any of it. A diagnosis was finally made.
Flash forward back to the present.
8 years later and my speech has improved. My journey has slowly improved with family close to my struggle. Despite the advice given by my doctors and gynecologists, I had a child. She will be turning 5 this July. She has literally made my life better. After I found out that I was pregnant, my outlook on life changed. I don’t just live for me.
It is scary going to bed with the fear that I will have a seizure and now wake up. I fight every moment for her, my Maevyn knowing that no one in this world, besides her Dad, will give her an amazing life than myself.