by Janine Thompson

So it’s Thursday, second week of the school holidays.

The boys and me get ready, we need to leave the house at 9.15am; the boys have haircuts booked this morning.

We arrive at the hairdressers right on time, Jimi goes first, his hair just needs a trim, it will be a quick tidy up and then Mac will go next.

The sun is shining, Beck, Mac and myself sit outside the hair studio, and we wait for Jimi to be finished.

Beck and Mac run around in the sunshine, they are laughing and giggling.

Next minute I hear a slip of a shoe, Mac has fallen over, his head is grazed and his hands and legs hurt from trying to stop the fall.

Immediately I feel like vomiting, I go over and quickly scoop him up from the ground. He is sobbing. I look at the graze on his head and hope like hell that this bump will not cause a seizure.

Grazes similar to this in the past have set off a series of seizures and put us in hospital for weeks.

I think about Jimi (our eldest) and the bumps he has endured in the past, bumps 100 times worse than Macs, and they have never been a problem.

I see Macs eyes go like pin pricks and his speech is slow and slurred, I cuddle him, and we wait.

10 minutes have gone by now and he seems a little brighter.

(The hairdressers have no idea to what is going on)

Jimi and Beck have had their haircuts, I’m not going to worry about Macs: That can wait till another day.

Our whole day has changed, I just want to get home and monitor Mac, we need to take it quiet, and fingers crossed all will be okay.

My chest and back ache from stress, I feel sick.

Fingers crossed there will be no repercussions from Macs fall today.

Living with children suffering from seizure disorders is always with you, you never relax, you are always on guard, and life feels uneasy. Who would have thought.


Thompson family

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