In the last year, I have suffered many medical setbacks, but the latest one has hit me for six.
I had an appointment with the Epilepsy nurse at Cheltenham General Hospital yesterday morning and she confirmed what I had been dreading; that I have now joined an elite club of people which includes the likes of Julius Caesar and Napoleon; people who have epilepsy.
I was slightly prepared for the bad news as I actually had a dream the night before that that was what I was going to be told, so maybe a silver lining for me is I can now predict the future, which might come in handy when it comes to picking the lottery numbers on a Saturday night.
I am now classed as having epilepsy purely because I have had more than one seizure. As I'm sure a lot of people are, I was completely uneducated as to what it exactly means to be epileptic. That one word, or label, covers so many different things and can seem incredibly scary and uncertain. I am sure this will change once my sister, Laura, gets wind of the news.
She is the kind of person, and I mean this in the best and nicest possible way of course, that as soon as she finds out about something, she will get to work researching and finding out absolutely everything about it under the sun. (While we are on the subject of my sister, today is her birthday so happy birthday Laura!)
That also shows the level of support I have received from my girlfriend, Amy, my family, friends and work mates. Throughout all of this experience I have been extremely lucky to have felt so incredibly loved, appreciated and supported which gives me a lot of hope for the future in my continued recovery.
The word that was used the most by the Epilepsy nurse was ‘managed’ so from what I can gather, you ‘manage’ the situation, or consequences of it, which was reassuring in some ways because it does mean I am able to live with it, life will go on.
On the bright side, a little bit of research from an Epilepsy website, said: “Scholars have long been fascinated by evidence that prominent prophets and other holy men, political leaders, philosophers, and many who achieved greatness in the arts and sciences, suffered from epilepsy.”
So I am choosing to look at it as a confirmation that I am destined for greatness, maybe.
At least I get given a snazzy new bracelet to wear with all of my information printed on it, in case of an emergency, that looks slightly like one of those wristbands you see if you have been to a music festival, like Glastonbury. Oh and a free (off peak) bus pass.