Alright! Hey everyone; this is Breck herself, also able to
keep things updated. I'm sure it just might be very easy to tell whether my
mother or I are speaking...just cause...it actually makes me laugh, thinking of
the two different stories either my mother or I can give when I'm having a
seizure.
They can be like the one this last Sunday...where I don't
remember a thing except all the sudden I'm on the floor with people above me,
or I feel the seizures coming and all the sudden look down and see a line of
drool all over my shirt or a puddle on my desk or the floor. Those can be so
embarrassing at times, and yet...they can also be the type I'm most grateful
for, able to know what really happened. At other times, sometimes with other
seizures, I'm able to still at least smile at the ridiculous memory.
Real fast, I'll include how I did have another seizure today
in my sixth hour, but we had a substitute in class so I wasn't even about to
try and explain...so hoping I could get out in time I just went up to her right
away as I felt it coming and asked if I could go to the restroom. She was
really nice and said yes right away. As soon as I was out the door my legs felt
crumbly and I sat down right there outside against the wall. And then...next
thing I know, seems to me to be a second later although I know it wasn't...I
looked down and my shirt and pants were covered in their waterfalls of
drool...ha, I know it is really gross, but at the same time, no one else was
there...no one else was even walking around me for even me to tell if I'd just
missed them taking some steps or something; I am so grateful, for this
confirmation that I had even had a seizure, instead of me being paranoid.
I've heard so many different stories, of what happens during
these seizures, but one of my favorites, as I was about to tell before talking
of my seizure in sixth hour, is the time I felt one coming and told my mom,
since I was here at home and we were actually making some food, bean and cheese
burritos. She sent me to the couch and as soon as she could, she brought me a
burrito. It was great, as are all of our burritos, so I then was just trying to
ask for another one when my mom and dad just stood there and were laughing at
me! I got so frustrated! What was wrong with them?! I finally just went to
sleep, turning my back on them.
Waking up a while later, I found out their whole point of
the story. To me, my words were all making sense, but they say I just kept
saying the same sentence over and over. "Get the secretary out of the
tire. Get the secretary out of the tire!" Ha, oh that is only one of the
funny stories we have with these seizures. I truly do have a marvelously
wonderful family. I know my mom has probably heard me say this over and over
again, but I truly do feel my family and my greatest friends who have seen
these seizures are the most absolute greatest of people! I do love all of them
so so very much, for all that they go through, watching me have these most
scary sounding seizures...I've only ever seen a couple which my mom has shown
me videos of, but other than that, I never seem to catch anything except the
feeling of them coming and then all of the sudden people's faces around me.
I also do know I have such a strong testimony, which is also
one of the only things which feels to be getting me through. I could warn all
who are reading this now...ha, I will try and keep them shorter from now on but
I really might also end everything with an ending of my testimony. I truly do
know without a doubt I am not going through these seizures without a reason,
and I truly do know without a doubt I have a loving Heavenly Father and Savior,
Jesus Christ, who love me, and I love them. I know they will never give me anything
which I can't handle, and I thank them for everything they're giving me with
these seizures, including all the true friends I'm coming to find and wonderful
love I'm able to feel from so many around me. My heart is so full of love.
Thank you so much everyone. Love you! And I say these things in the name of
Jesus Christ, amen.
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