Hi, my name is Christalle Bodiford and this is my story.
MY FIRST DOCUMENTED SEIZUREÂ
Shoveling gummy worms into my mouth like I hadn’t eaten in days, I happily rode in the back seat, traveling to the beach for the day with my dad and stepmom. Looking forward to spending time with my dad and enjoying the sea breeze, we strolled down the oceanfront together, feet in the sand and wind in our hair. Then, suddenly & without warning, everything went black. I called out to my dad, “Dad, I can’t see anything. Everything is black. I can’t see you! What’s happening?!” My dad, a paramedic at the time, went through all the typical medical questions, and walked me over to the beach shower to cool me down – thinking I had overheated. I don’t remember too much about the tests that followed that day, but I do remember the diagnosis – “Hypoglycemia.” I was told to keep a piece of candy in my pocket, and if I felt like my sugar was dropping, I should eat the candy. OK, easy enough… BEFORE A PROPER DIAGNOSIS The following years, proved to be more than hypoglycemia. I found myself navigating symptoms of something I did not yet know about – blacking out, dizzy spells, convulsions, disorientation. Only a handful of episodes happened, but never enough to catch the culprit. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to get something to drink, only to awaken to my grandmother standing over me asking if I was OK. Another time, I gave blood my senior year of high school and promptly blacked out – which was again chalked up to hypoglycemia. Finally, in my freshman year of college, my dorm roommate found me unconscious and lying on the floor, after my morning shower. Still thinking this was all hypoglycemia, I kept on going with life and thought nothing more of it.
A HUSBAND’S WORRY TURNS TO ANSWERS
Then, it happened. I was 25 years old, a senior in college, and it was finals week. Since I was studying Fashion Design & Marketing, my final consisted of designing and constructing my collection. I was beyond stressed! I remember getting up from the table one evening after finishing my dinner and taking a step to put my plate into the sink. The next thing I remember is my husband staring down at me with fear in his eyes while exclaiming, “Oh my god! I thought you were dead. Your eyes rolled back in your head. What happened? What was that?!” I was confused, at a loss for words, and my head was throbbing. I had blacked out, falling face-first onto the hardwood floor and was disoriented. My husband immediately took me to bed and kept a close eye on me until we were able to see a neurologist. (We were unaware of the concussion at this time.)
FINALLY, A DIAGNOSIS
After seeing a neurologist, he told me I had a concussion. He told me that the concussion symptoms should subside soon, but to make sure I get some rest & take it easy. (Take it easy, during finals week?! Who was this guy kidding?) Immediately after explaining the concussion, he told me that I should make an appointment for an EEG to check my brain activity. Why not, right? I wanted to make sure I was OK after such a nasty spill. So, I scheduled the EEG for the following week. Anxious, confused, sleep-deprived, and worried, I showed up for my EEG. Wires, glue, a cold table, and a nurse that lacked personality surrounded me, but I knew I had to do this. I fell asleep and let the monitor do its job. Once my EEG was complete, I couldn’t help but anxiously await the results. My neurologist called and asked my husband and me to come to his office. I was worried the news was terrible since he wanted to discuss my EEG in person. We waited for what seemed like forever, and finally, the doctor came into the room. “You have Juvenile Myoclonic Epilepsy with generalized seizures.” I shrugged and said, “OK.” Thinking I would get more answers, but the only responses I received were in the form of a prescription pad.
NEVER GIVE UP
After being diagnosed, I was offered a job in California, using my newly obtained degree. I had not yet realized what my diagnosis meant for me and my life, but I did know that I wasn’t going to let a little thing like epilepsy stand in the way of everything I had been working so hard to achieve. I accepted the job and moved across the country just two weeks later. After moving, my medication started taking its toll on my body, mood, & personality. I wasn’t the same person. I lost my drive, my determination, my joy, and my life. I wasn’t living… I was existing. After 2.5 years on medication, I decided to stop taking pharmaceuticals. I know this isn’t the best decision for most people, but I couldn’t continue living my life in that state. I began researching anything and everything I could get my hands on, in regards to epilepsy and tried many natural methods of treatment.
LIVING PROOF THAT IT’S POSSIBLE!
I am happy to say that I never gave up & conquered my career goals by age 30! I had dark moments, as most people with a chronic illness do, but I kept going. I worked diligently to overcome anxiety, depression, and a victim mindset. Every year gets easier. I am now 37 and living my best life! Since reaching my goals in the fashion industry, I have moved on to a new chapter of my life. I am now working as a freelance designer and loving it! It is also imperative that I raise epilepsy awareness and educate others about the illness. My goal is to educate others about epilepsy, support those living with epilepsy, and advocate for the epilepsy community. I’m so grateful to be on this journey, meeting others with epilepsy and building a community.
A CLEAR MESSAGE
My story and message are simple. Nothing can hold you back in life unless you give it power. Be the power, and keep moving forward! We are all unique, and life is truly a gift. Live every day like it’s your last, and cherish every moment. Don’t let anything hold you back from achieving your goals, and always remember to stay humble and help others. I believe in you, and I know you can accomplish anything!
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