I had a wonderful childhood, my parents are the best people I know. They truly live for their three children, putting themselves last in order to give me and my brothers the best start at life.
I was a very vibrant and happy child, mum took me to my dancing classes, swimming and acting lessons and when I grew older, even my debating class. Always making sure, I had everything I needed and so much more.
It wasn't until later in life, I could fully comprehend my mum's true devotion to me. When I was 12 I had my first seizure, it was your average Sunday afternoon and dad had taken us to the ice skating rink. Yes, I had a seizure while ice skating...
29th of June 06 before i started the treatment.
After a series of tests, I was “diagnosed” with epilepsy. The shear feeling of relief, knowing this was not a brain tumor left my parents in tears. Epilepsy is treatable and not the end of the world.. little did they know, this was just the start of a 5 year health battle to save my life.
Despite the mountains of highly addictive anti-epileptic drugs I was taking, my body was screaming for help as I continued to have violent seizures. In the bath, at school, in the car and in front of my younger anxiety ridden brother.
It got to the point where I was missing months of school, was in and out of ICU and was totally not in my right mind. In fact, this trauma has caused me to lose a lot of memory from those 5 years.
In 2007 it all came to a head, after having a seizure in class ( the one day I had attended school that week) I was back in hospital. Thankfully this was the last seizure I’ve ever had. After months of research and many patronising conversations with doctors in the emergency ward, mum had finally gotten through to my neurologist. She said “ Julie, just humour me… I have found this case study about young girl in England who presents the same symptoms as Breanna. I don’t feel this is a case of epilepsy, can we just test her thyroid and rule out Hashimoto’s Encephalopathy. A very rare auto immune disease”.
2007 Not even half way through my treatment and no where near weening off the medication.
And so they did. The hospital called my mum back the same day I had the blood test. “Cheryl you need to bring Breanna back to the hospital ASAP, we have some news regarding her blood test results”. B-I-N-G-O!
Not only did my mum diagnose me, she actually saved my life. One more episode and I would have had serious brain damage. I am incredibly lucky to not have brain damage today. From this point on it was a lot easier to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Although this next chapter was extremely difficult for me, we had a clearer understanding of what was going wrong with my body and how to resolve it.
The solution was a series of high dose steroids, then weening me off all the other unnecessary drugs, all while completing high school and trying to figure out my path in life.
My mum is my best advocate, she is an incredibly strong empowered woman. So this is for you Cheryl, thanks for pushing me to my limits, soothing me when I was hurting and making me the woman I am today.
Love your daughter,
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"My mother has always been a wonderful influence on my life. She always made sure my brother and I were well cared for and looked after. She has always been a great role model.