It was exactly a year ago. I cannot forget that day. It is embedded in my memory. It is a memory you would like to discard but it sticks with you like that gum in your shoe.

This is not a discourse on seizure. I am no expert on that. I am a lawyer, though a non-practicing one, and I do not know the specifics of seizures. I only looked it up on google, and studied most topics about it after my dear Ira had seizure episodes last year.

Yes. Seizures with an S. Two of them in one day. Darn it. I saw my toddler twitch and pass out twice in a day. Imagine the trauma of that. I even dream of it sometimes. I remember eac and every second I was doing when it all happened. And I still wish she did not have to go through that day.

Even the things that we had to go through just to make sure everything is okay with her is not a joke. Hospital confinement, several EEG tests, MRI, dates with the Neuro-Pedia…all that and the fear of the possibility of a repeat.

Its like for the past year, I have been living with this fear. Its like a part of me. Whenever Ira catches a fever or colds, I panic. I twist and turn with the fear inside of me. Inasmuch as I appear as strong to others, this fear has taken a grip on me. And for one whole year, I have lived with this fear inside me.

Today, Ira has colds. Something she rarely catches. So yeah. All of the days to catch colds, it happened to be today. Great, huh?

So I’m grappling with the fear and wrestling against it with fervent prayers. In my heart of hearts, I know that day will not happen again. So even if this fear is so strong, and even if seizure is such a scary thought for me, I know it will never touch my daughter again. For my faith is stronger than any fear or seizure episode there is.

God is with us in this journey. Another year of medication and Ira will be medically cleared.

Cheers to 2012 and to better things!