Saturday, May 23, 2009


Yesterday morning my mom experienced another seizure. Similar to the one two weeks ago she fell on the floor, this time hurting her ring and pinky fingers. An xray done yesterday by an idiotic technitian (who must have been in a hurry to leave for the holiday weekend because the nursing home had to call this morning after the results didn't get delivered last night) revealed that her two fingers were, in fact, broken.

My dad and sister were with my mom shortly after they received the call alerting them of her seizure and fall. Eleanor said Mom was upset, much more than she had been in a while. She was upset and understood enough to say, "I don't want to die."

I don't know what it's like to be trapped inside a sick body. I don't know what it's like to have broken fingers throb, but not be able to express my pain to someone who can help me. I don't know what it's like, but if I had a choice I would take her place.

I ache for the day she is made new.

While the cause of the seizures is still unknown, her doctor decided a good place to start was with her medications. She was taken off Abilify. It is known to possibly cause seizures as a side effect.

I am praying that these seizures were induced by the medication and are not a new reality of her Disease.

-- Post From My iPhone


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