Today is a Good Day

Today is a good day. It’s the day that Caroline runs the New York Marathon. It’s the day that she’s been working for since January. It’s a day we thought was so far away when it was initially booked. Yet here we are, waiting for the race to officially start.

Today is a combination of happy and sad for me. I’m so happy that Caroline is in the US, running a marathon, doing what she does best, supporting her friends and running. Yet I’m sad because I can’t be there cheering her on. I suppose this is how she feels with me, I suppose this is why she’s running the marathon. She can’t be here to support me when I need it, so she’s supporting my organization. I only wish she had an organization that I could support like she is. ┬áStill, I’m happy. I see Caroline on Tuesday, and we’ll get to do some touristy things in Roanoke (are there touristy things in Roanoke??). We’ll get to chat and be close. It’ll be like our friendship is supposed to be.

The auction has sold, we raised $172 for the Epilepsy Foundation, and our cause specifically. As soon as it actually posts it should bring us up quite a bit. The person who bought it is a coworker of mine, and despite our constant bickering, he’s a pretty decent guy.

So all in all, I’m a happy girl. Who can complain about having friends and family who are willing to go to the ends of the Earth for me. Seriously, My life… not so bad after all.

So, I really think that YOU, my dearest reader, should remember to donate. You can donate here, and show your support to not only me, but to my best friend who is willing to go to the ends of the Earth to support me.

Am I an epileptic, or a person with epilepsy?

Once, while online, I was speaking to a woman who also had epilepsy and I referred to myself as an epileptic. I stated “I’m an epileptic, I have been my whole life.”

“WHAT?!” she cried (if you can call it crying in a digital world)

“I’m an epileptic.”

“No! You’re a person with epilepsy. A. Person. With. Epilepsy.”

I’m not going to say how long this went back and forth. To be honest, it doesn’t make me look like that good of a person, and it’s all a bit ridiculous. However, it does bring up the question, are you an epileptic, or a person with epilepsy? If I’m honest, I think a “person with epilepsy” sounds like someone that has leprosy. Someone who is miserable and isolated. Someone who should be put a part from a normal person. An epileptic is just another adjective. It’s just one more thing that makes me a whole. Like if I had diabetes, I’d be called a diabetic. These are all in the same realm. I wish I didn’t have epilepsy, but I’m proud to be an Epileptic. Being an Epileptic means I’m an advocate, I’m a supporter, I’m strong, I’m educated (because lord knows it takes a lot to know even the slightest bit about epilepsy), I’m supported by those like me, and undersupported by those researching. Being an epileptic says so much more than being a person with epilepsy.

I am proud to be an epileptic. I’m an epileptic, a traveler, a volunteer, a student, a friend, a relative, lover, a fighter, a reader, a writer, a knitter, a biker. I am so many things. To call myself a person with epilepsy seems to make it so much more. It’s like the handbag I’m always carrying around. It’s my luggage. I’d rather lose my luggage at the airport and go to the beach.

What do you think?

As always, please donate to our cause. My best friend is running a marathon to make arguments about these sorts of things null & void. To properly treat Epilepsy would be a dream come true for me and many others. Help make that dream come true and skip your latte. Give to our fund.

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