Epilepsy, you are evil. I hate you. If I could hunt you down, I would.
Our sweet girl doesn’t deserve to suffer at your hands. Yet you repeatedly have her in your clutches.
Dread fills us at the first sign of sniffles or raised temperature as this signals an inevitable visit from you.
You have often taken on different forms, keeping us on our toes and often doubting our gut instincts. But we are wiser now and vigilant.
We will fight you, every single time. Armed with rescue meds and our hospital only five minutes away. You will not win. You may try but we will succeed and do you know why? Because love overcomes evil.