Henry's been diagnosed with Epilepsy, and since the news was only about four days old on Sunday, I had already forgotten. But it can't be forgotten because it's important and now a very big part of our lives. We now have neurology appointments and regularly scheduled EEGs, and daily medicine that I can only sometimes can get him to swallow completely without a fight. We even have fancy emergency medicine that has to be carried with us at all times, and instructions to teach grandparents and babysitters how to use it.
People have asked me how I feel about this news. To be honest, so many children have so many more problems than my sweet Henry, so I feel grateful. His seizures are relatively few, although every single one scares the living daylights out of me. So, I guess what I'm saying is that the diagnosis doesn't scare me, but the individual episodes sure do. People with Epilepsy can, and often do, live totally normal, full lives, and for that I'm grateful. Epilepsy, especially the kind Henry has, is easily managed. I'm so happy Henry has medicine that he can take and I'm very grateful that he has a daddy that is a doctor...someone that can really understand what questions to ask and has a more advanced understanding of the situation as a whole. In a strange way, I'm grateful that I have some close family members that have Epilepsy, because that experience has given me the fast realization that THIS, while a big deal, is really no big deal. You know?
The other day I jokingly mentioned to my brother that I guess this means Henry can't join the military, which is likely true. But it's actually all fine, because in my dreams for my boys, Clark goes to the Air Force Academy or VMI like Uncle Joel, and Henry goes to Cornell or MIT anyway, so it's all good. Everyone's still on track to live up to my expectations (NO PRESSURE), and all bases are covered.
Oh, and back to the church. We have to go back and try it again, this time on a week where there aren't kids dancing and singing throughout the whole service. But also, someone from the church just came and delivered us warm chocolate chip cookies, so...YES.