As far as I go, I've had Epilepsy since I was 12 years old. My mother had it and her grandmother, all the way back to Martha Custis Washington wife of George (so they tell me). I started with petite mal seizures and never had grand mal until I got pregnant. After the babies, I started having the sets, as my horemones raged. Just after I met Bernie, I went seizure free for 4 years with no medications.
After the first set of grand mal seizures, my doctor put me on all kinds of different medicatiions, some of which I've forgotten, but I've pretty much tried everything as far as pills go. The next March, 06, I was in my Graduate level Environmental CHemistry class. I had to explain to the professor I couldn't even write without looking like someone with severe Parkinsonism. My short term memory was no better than a goldfish (3 seconds

) I spoke with the head of the department, who also happens to actually have been a professor of mine for several of my undergrad classes and knew what I am capeable of. I explained the situation and in the middle of the conversation I couldn't complete a sentence. I asked for a pencil and proved it. I also talked to the Chem. professor who is from China and told me it would not be fair to treat me differently than the other students. Keep in mind, my collegues have backgrounds in partial differential equations, chemical imbalances for bombs, and the like. I was only asking to take an open book final exam. We had all these complicated mathmatical equations, and I couldn't even remember what 10 to the 3rd power was, from algebra. It ended up that I studied REALLY hard and my fellow students really helped me relearn all the math again(except the one chick from TAMU that consistently rolled her eyes at me and told everyone I was faking). Dr. Chan (professor) let me do an extra chapter critique of the book he is writing to help with my grade. I somehow ended up with a B, but I'm not sure I deserved it. I had a set of seizures while I was enrolled in the class at some point, and the neuro just said, "...up her Dilantin levels!" That made things worse! I was then on 400mg Dilantin and some other medication that made me really messed up. Bernie was very patient and swore up and down I should not finish my degree. (I only had my thesis after the Chemistry class, then I would be done.) He said it wasn't worth it. I'm here to tell you, it was worth it. I'm glad I'm done and I'm glad I did it. I'm proud of myself.
honestly though, the meds help, but the hormones keep me sane.
Love, stace