Stuff my mom says, obviously.
The Quiet Signs In the days leading up to Karl’s first cluster attack, things felt slightly off in ways I couldn’t fully explain. Even then, I knew something wasn’t right. I told his dad more than once that Karl seemed different, but I struggled to put my finger on why. It was a quiet, uneasy […]
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It was about five months after Karl’s first seizures. He had not had a single one since those initial two, and the medicine had been working perfectly. I had allowed myself to believe we were past it. But in the middle of the night it happened again, just like before. A grand mal seizure, violent
Karl’s second seizure came almost exactly twenty-four hours after the first one. We hadn’t slept well that night. Even though I’d tried to convince myself the first seizure might have been a one-time event, caused by something benign like fever or stress, my mind wouldn’t settle. I kept replaying the night before, reminding myself that
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