Since mid-October 2011, our now-eight-year-old son Edgar has taken medication to control the seizures associated with his epilepsy. It took a while to get the medication “right,” but at its height he was on enough medication to simply break your heart.
Eventually his talented neurologist found the right blend, and his seizures stopped, and his progress was so steady and so positive that she was able, in time, to start slowly weaning him off it.
Last Friday he stopped his modest daytime dose, and tonight is the first night–in over two years–he will go to bed without his modest nighttime dose.
And I am scared. Plain and simple. Going from sleep to wakefulness for Edgar was often a seizure trigger; and I have been comfortable in harboring the belief that the medication–in whatever current quantity it was being prescribed–kept those morning seizures at bay.
But tonight I am compelled to reach out into the universe–cyber and otherwise–to ask for your good energy. I don’t know what you believe–or sometimes even what I believe–but what I do know is this: Without warning and completely unexpectedly Edgar’s seizures began; and just as mysteriously they stopped. Life is full of challenges, but just as readily it presents what can only be termed miracles.
Edgar told me everything is going to be fine, and I believe him. But I figured there was no harm in asking for the power of your intentions and for the miracle to continue.