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So, the “episode,” “incident,” “spell,” “blackout,” or “whatever you call it” Brian did a few weeks ago that ended in a ride to the ER in an ambulance finally has a name. A seizure. We visited the neurologist this morning. As weird as it may seem, that is a little comforting to me. But just a little. You see, I wasn’t sure what was happening to him. It ended with him lying limp, lifeless, and blue. I thought he was gone. I remember having the thoughts, “Who is he with right now?” and “If anyone is ready, he is.” Those thoughts were obviously accompanied by my screaming and many other scary thoughts. But soon after, he began breathing softly on his own. It still took awhile for him to be “back.” When I arrived at the hospital I was nervous to see him. Was he okay? When I opened the curtain, there he was sitting up and said, “Hi, How’s it going?” He told me he never “saw the light.” We aren’t sure if that is a good thing or not. Ha ha. Brian feels great now and has ever since it happened. He said he felt refreshed. Who knew? Couldn’t he have just gone on a brisk walk? Emotionally, though, it has been another story. Very hard for us. But we are pushing through. We are finding the positives. Like, my instant thumb sucker has become a happy little baby! He has been in the car a lot lately and him soothing himself has been a big BLESSING! Also, my pink eyes that are not responding to my new drops have not spread to anyone else! (We are really desperate to find the positives.)