Fathers Day, Thank you Dad

Hello, happy father’s day everyone! Today I have decided to talk about my dad.

There is no mistake that everyone in my family was effected when I was first diagnosed with epilepsy, but for my Dad I think it was a little different. I saw a type of fear in his eyes, I was his only daughter and up until that point he had been able to protect me from everything  I had feared, and now I was facing something massive that neither of us could control.

I know my parents didn’t have a clue what was happening when I had my first seizure at 14. As I have mentioned in a previous post, my dad noticed that my lips went blue straight after I fell unconscious, believing that I was choking he put his finger in my mouth a bid to clear my airways. This is when the seizure began. Obviously I bit his finger and he needed stitches. I was horrified when I discovered what happened – probably more than I was about the seizure.  (note: don’t put fingers etc. in people’s mouths when they are have a seizure, you’ll be sorry)

Over the years my dad has been a huge support to me from being; my taxi, my counsellor, my mentor, my mechanic, my handyman,  my friend,  my father. There is no one quite like him. He will do the utmost to support his family. He has always put my health and wellbeing as a high priory, something which can hard to recognise as a teenager, but today with controlled epilepsy I cannot help but look to

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Thought this years card was apt!

my Dad and thank him for everything, as I know I wouldn’t be where I am today without his love and support.

 

Thanks for reading,

Becky 🙂

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