Updated: Jul 10, 2019
Wednesday. The middle of the week. But today is more than that. It is my "Middle Day." July 3. You see, July 2nd is the anniversary of the beginning of my seizures. 3 years ago now. And July 4th is my birthday, which I have always tried to celebrate with some degree of fanfare. I am a firecracker baby, after all.
However, three years ago, two days before my 35th birthday, my life changed forever. It was a Saturday morning, not the middle of the week. Middle of the morning, middle of the summer. I started shaking uncontrollably. Since then, the seizures have been up and down, as far as severity and frequency. I've often wondered where this journey will take me. But for now, I know I'm in the middle of my path.
This year, on Middle Day, I am in the middle of the third round of editing my first book--a memoir about my experience with seizures. My goal was to celebrate the launch of my book yesterday, but that didn't come to pass. However, today, tomorrow, and every day I celebrate the fact that I'm alive, that I'm able to do the things that I can do, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be one of the 50% of people who suffer from this disease but are eventually cured. One of the cured half, rather than the uncured half.
Today is Middle Day. Tomorrow, I celebrate my birthday with those I love, and remember that these stupid seizures won't stop me, even if they get me down for a bit. After all, it is Independence Day.
Happy Middle Day everyone. Happy 4th of July. I hope you get to spend it with your loved ones, counting your blessings & being reminded of the wonders in life as the fireworks light up the sky.