Tag: storm

Ignoring The Warnings

This post is part of the Epilepsy Blog Relay™ which will run from March 1 through March 31. Follow along!

When I was younger, my vision of my future included many things. It included a cabin in Maine where I would write and take my sea kayak out to harvest lobsters from my traps. It included a job where I made a lot of money doing something that I loved. It included traveling around the world, soaking up the sights and flavors of every culture on the planet. And it included a family that would share in these experiences and would enrich my life with their own experiences and dreams.

Man plans, God laughs. ~Yiddish proverb

That vision for my future didn’t include a lot of things. It didn’t include the pressure and demands of a job later in my career. It didn’t include the realities that come with having parents who are aging. And it didn’t include the curveball we were thrown when our son was diagnosed with epilepsy.

The combination of these factors created an environment that tests us every day. The relentless seizures. The widening gap between our son and his peers. The insecurity of our lives. The distance that the exhaustion and pressure create between us.

There was a movie called “The Perfect Storm” that detailed the account of the Andrea Gail caught at sea during the 1991 “Perfect Storm”, where multiple storms merged to create a super-storm. The crew ignored the warnings about the storm and made choices that took them further from safety. Eventually, underestimating the power of the storm, they turn back into it and the ship is lost.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like we’re caught in our own storm. I’ve been ignoring the signs and now we’re trapped in the middle of it and the waves are getting bigger. Occasionally, one of us will get thrown overboard but the others pull them back to safety. But there is only so long we can hold out. Eventually, we will get tired. Eventually, the ship will be lost.

I underestimated the strength of this storm. I thought we were lucky. I thought the seas would calm. I thought we had been through enough. But the storm is not done with us yet.

The warnings are in front of us.

It’s time to steer our ship to safety before it’s too late.

NEXT UP: Be sure to check out the next post by Elaine at livingwellwithepilepsy.com for more on epilepsy awareness. You can check out any of the Epilepsy Blog Relay posts you may have missed.

Out Of The Storm

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ~Haruki Murakami

We never saw the storm coming. Before we knew what was happening, we were surrounded by it. The pounding rain and furious wind disoriented us and knocked us from the path that we were on. And the lightning. The lightning shot through my son’s brain and contorted his tiny body. With relentless force, it changed our lives forever.

When the storm first hit, it scattered us. It pulled us away from each other and left us feeling lost and alone. I was angry at the storm. Angry for trying to take my son. Angry for trying to take my family. Angry for making me feel helpless. I shouted at it. I kept shouting, but it didn’t relent. Even after I lost my voice, I kept shouting until I realized that shouting wasn’t going to help me find my family. So I stopped shouting and began my search.

It took awhile for me to catch my bearings. The storm forced me to shed some of the baggage I was carrying to make progress and move forward. My wife was on a similar path, and she had started moving forward, too. Eventually, we found each other through the endless rain. We found our son, too. His frail body was exposed to the storm more than ours and we weren’t sure if he would recover. So we took turns covering him until he was finally able to move. Tired, battered, but together, we set off as a family to find our way through the storm.

It was years before we could see even a few feet ahead of us. Years where our hands would slip for each other’s grasp but we managed to reach for each other before we slipped too far apart. Some days we would take turns carrying our son or carrying each other. We kept moving, but it felt like we were going in circles. The storm would seem to let up only to return in force with another step. We’d tread over the same ground, seeing the footsteps we’d left pooled up with water.

After years of wandering, we stopped walking. If we weren’t going to make it out of the storm, we knew we needed shelter. At first, it wasn’t much. The wind would easily push over our weak walls, forcing us to rebuild. But we learned and built stronger walls. When the weight of the rain was too much and collapsed the roof, we rebuilt it, too, stronger than it was before. We found other people who were in the same storm, and we helped each other. And there were people living outside the storm who would send in their support, too.

Today, we find ourselves both out of the storm but still in it. We can see it through the window, threatening to take down our shelter if we let our guard down. So we continue to reinforce the walls we used to build it. We’re doing it as a family, closer than ever before because of the journey we are on together. None of us are the same people that we were when we walked in. We are changed. Tighter. Stronger.

The storm isn’t over and it won’t give up. And neither will we.