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This past weekend, my 15 year old son and I had the honor and privilege of going to an annual Winter Family Retreat with Epilepsy Toronto.
The weekend was jam packed with activities, including skating, cross country skiing (both of which I haven't done in years, and only ended up with 1 bruise!) :rock:
Most activities were for children and adults alike, however, we did have two guest speakers, during which the kids went off to do something else. A Dr who specializes in memory (I could have listened to her for hours! 1, because it was very interesting 2, because I could relate to so much of what she was saying 3, because I've forgotten a lot of what she's said! :roflmao: Another seminar with a Neurologist who's just completed his fellowship at the hospital where I had both my surgeries, and is hoping to open another epilepsy clinic in the west end of the city. Much needed!! He discussed stigma, issues with medications, and other things I've forgotten, but thankfully, the presentations are going to be sent to us. Additionally, he decided to do a more informal chat with us women afterwards to discuss issues related to women with epilepsy. Wow, did we ever fire off some good questions, and leave him with homework!! He may have regretted making that suggestion!
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I made a lot of great connections; we laughed, sang, cried and fell in the snow together! But something extra special happened.
While the adults were in one of the seminars, the kids were in their own workshop, with an Art Therapist. I really wasn't sure how he'd feel about going there, as most of the kids were much younger. I figured he'd be helping the younger ones, and making the most of it, anyway. It's what he was doing while we were out skiing! Just the type of kid he is. As we were getting ready to go, he presented me with what he'd made in that workshop.
Instant :crying: My son has seen me with seizures at 1-3 years of age, then again at 13-14 years old. The fact that he recognizes that some days, all we need is HOPE warms my heart, and makes me feel so proud to be his mother.
:clap: Terron. You are my star.
The weekend was jam packed with activities, including skating, cross country skiing (both of which I haven't done in years, and only ended up with 1 bruise!) :rock:
Most activities were for children and adults alike, however, we did have two guest speakers, during which the kids went off to do something else. A Dr who specializes in memory (I could have listened to her for hours! 1, because it was very interesting 2, because I could relate to so much of what she was saying 3, because I've forgotten a lot of what she's said! :roflmao: Another seminar with a Neurologist who's just completed his fellowship at the hospital where I had both my surgeries, and is hoping to open another epilepsy clinic in the west end of the city. Much needed!! He discussed stigma, issues with medications, and other things I've forgotten, but thankfully, the presentations are going to be sent to us. Additionally, he decided to do a more informal chat with us women afterwards to discuss issues related to women with epilepsy. Wow, did we ever fire off some good questions, and leave him with homework!! He may have regretted making that suggestion!
onder:I made a lot of great connections; we laughed, sang, cried and fell in the snow together! But something extra special happened.
While the adults were in one of the seminars, the kids were in their own workshop, with an Art Therapist. I really wasn't sure how he'd feel about going there, as most of the kids were much younger. I figured he'd be helping the younger ones, and making the most of it, anyway. It's what he was doing while we were out skiing! Just the type of kid he is.
As we were getting ready to go, he presented me with what he'd made in that workshop.
Instant :crying: My son has seen me with seizures at 1-3 years of age, then again at 13-14 years old. The fact that he recognizes that some days, all we need is HOPE warms my heart, and makes me feel so proud to be his mother.
:clap: Terron. You are my star.
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