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S is for seizure

So....

the seizures are still with us.  It is a month of them now - every single day.  Not like Ivey.  Uncontrolled intense seizures - yes, but not normally this frequent.  Too frequent. Meds have been increased and antibiotics galore.  Time to circle the wagons.  This past weekend and our little "super moon" didn't help any. 

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Heather said…
I am so sorry my friend.Sorry for you as her momma and especially sorry for her.Will say lots of prayers for these thing to make themselves scarce.Sooner rather than later.

Love from California.
tekeal said…
i am also sending prayers... and much strength for everyone. take care.
Anonymous said…
Thinking of you all x
Hex said…
I've no personal experience with seizures but I imagine it's very tiring for everyone at the rate it's been at, especially for Ivey. I will pray for her.

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