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The Tenth Leper

With Christmas and the celebration of my one year wedding anniversary, I was pretty checked out through the weekend after the holidays. But when I woke up this morning, seeing my Facebook feed was filled with words about Ed Dobson, I realized what had happened. After digging a bit, I learned he went home to be with the Lord on December 26th. Ed was (and is) such a unique person. Medically speaking, he far outlived his prognosis, something I hope to do as well. But even more importantly, he had such a unique view of his illness.

All I Want for Christmas is a Tonic-Clonic Seizure

On December 9th, one full year ago, I finished and sent in my first draft for The Wolf and The Warrior. I had been working on this book for several months regarding a Marine who was deployed in Afghanistan alongside his bomb sniffing dog. It's such a wonderful story I will continue to write when my book is finished. But on that day, I was so glad to send it in on time. In fact, Lori even came into my office and took this picture of me hitting the send button to celebrate me getting it done.

 

Later that night, we visited our dear friends, Ryan and Jenny Duffy's house for dinner. It was so good to see them, but as dinner was being sat on the table, I started feeling remarkably ill. I had a horrible headache and my stomach started turning over and over again. I excused myself and went to lay on Sully's (their son) bed. And that's it. That's my final memory. Apparently, while laying there, I had a full-on tonic-clonic seizure.