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My return to the torch has not gone as smoothly as I’d hoped. The good news is, I haven’t had any more seizures. The harder news is, the meds required to prevent them are causing some challenging side effects. I’ve been able to get a full day at the torch in here and there, but the fatigue can be debilitating for weeks at a time. My neurologist agreed to tweak the dosage to see if that might help. When I can get to the torch, on the good days, I’m having a blast making beads again. In fact, I think I'll post one or two up for auction on eBay soon. I never did finish posting non-eye beads in my Etsy shop. I should probably get to that too. 

On October 22, I was awakened at 7am by my husband and four strange men in my bedroom! Strange men in uniforms! I’d had a grand mal seizure and my husband had called 911. It took a long while for me to come to consciousness. I've never had a seizure before and they thought I might have had a stroke. When I finally came to, I was completely disoriented and couldn’t talk. I had no earthly idea what was happening. Eventually, they explained that I'd had a seizure and loaded me onto a stretcher, then took me outside where the ambulance and fire truck (why a fire truck?) were flashing lights. (Good morning neighbors!) 

They took me to the ER, where I was given mega doses of an anticonvulsant. Ouch. They scanned my head to make sure my brain tumor isn't growing again (it's not), and did some other tests, and eventually sent us home. After meeting with my neurologist a few days later, we learned that I'd been having several episodes...