Sunday, 17 June 2012
My son Brandon has epilepsy and he often falls to the ground unexpectedly. His most recent grand mal seizure was yesterday when he fell while he was walking down the street coming back home from the market.
He was taken to the hospital by ambulance. When he was conscious, he discovered he had lost two pairs of prescription glasses, the pair he was wearing and the other one he had in his pocket. He asked the nurse at the hospital if they had his glasses and they said no. He asked them to call the paramedics to see if they had them. They also said no.
Brandon was so upset. The cost of replacing his eyeglasses would be astronomical. He left the hospital with a sore wrist and ankle and no eyeglasses to see well as he walked home.
Seizure activity is nothing new for Brandon. It has been going on for the past thirty years when Brandon was first diagnosed with epilepsy, at age nine. No medication has ever been able to stop his seizures.
That evening the paramedics called to tell Brandon that they had found his eyeglasses while cleaning out the ambulance and they delivered them to his front door. If it were not for the paramedics, Brandon would not be able to live an independent lifestyle.
Thanks to the paramedics Brandon is no longer a victim. He has become a teacher, a courageous human being showing others that it is not how many times you fall down, it is how many times you get up. Brandon is brave beyond words.