Seizures saved my life. I feel like I’m being a little too nice to the condition, disease, or what I call the jerk known as epilepsy when I say that. But the seizures saved me because they helped doctors find the brain tumor.
The funny thing is, when I use words like seizures and tumor, I think about running.
I was doing the morning show television news routine in 2008 when I started feeling funny. I would read a story on the air and feel out of it. Not the tired mom who woke up at 2 am kind of out of it… but total brain fart out of it. It was happening to me every day, several times a day. I would wait for commercial breaks to ask my co-anchor if I made sense. She said yes so I moved on, took a deep breath and wished Madison, Wisconsin good morning from the anchor desk like nothing happened. I played the happy mom for viewers. I was a good actress.
This was in the summer of 2008, 12 years ago. My focus at the time was my babies, then only one and two years old. And I loved running. In the cold, rain, heat, in races, alone, long, short, whatever I could get to clear my mind. It was my therapy and still is. In the fall of 2008, doctors finally diagnosed me with epilepsy, more minor seizures known as “simple partial.” I could still function pretty well – drive and read a teleprompter. However, doctors were puzzled because they couldn’t figure out the cause for an otherwise healthy woman in her early 30’s. They asked me countless times if I was sure I didn’t hit my head. They also pulled me aside to say, “If you are doing any illegal drugs please let us know.” I can’t count how many times they asked me that one. I always wanted to say, “Yes, every illegal drug I can get my hands on between the four or five hours I sleep before the morning show where I pretend not to be high … and then watching my babies before putting them to bed and passing out.” But I just said no. To them and to drugs.
Fast forward two years. Exactly 10 years ago – July 2010 – I spent my first week on short term disability after doctors finally figured out why I had seizures. An MRI discovered a mass in my brain and doctors scheduled surgery. In the meantime, we tried countless medications to control seizures but nothing worked. I had to leave my morning news job with no clue what this invisible disability would take from me or the reality of the world for the disabled. I remember running hard that summer. I felt guilty that I couldn’t work but since a normal, good night’s sleep was important and I had some other, more dangerous seizures, the 2 am alarm had to stop going off.
Surgeons removed a mass from the left temporal lobe of my brain on September 20th. It had to be mailed to the Mayo Clinic where it was diagnosed as a very rare tumor that had to be watched carefully over the years. Removing the tumor didn’t stop the seizures but I had a better chance of surviving now that it was gone. Since I was younger and healthier than most who had this very rare tumor, I asked when I could run again.
Once doctors approved, I laced up. Running was – and still is – the one thing I can control. I was allowed to do a half marathon in 2011, but not yet 26.2. So I ran two half marathons in 2011 and got approval to train for a full in 2012, almost exactly two years after surgery.
My epilepsy has evolved quite a bit since. I went from simply being out of it during a seizure to standing still, sitting down, making no sense with my speech, acting upset and frustrated. And they are completely impossible to predict. Usually, I’m not running when a seizure hits but when that has happened, I’ve had family and friends either following me or running with me. If you see me running alone in Madison or Elmhurst, there is about a 90 percent chance I’m being followed. It’s not just some creepy guy, it’s more likely my dad in his car.
I remember running when I first moved from Madison to Elmhurst, IL in 2013, exactly seven years ago this summer. We lived only a mile from the prairie path, a true runner’s dream. While epilepsy had taken away my career dream, I was determined not to let it take everything. I had a chance to start over. Unfortunately, I lost my driver’s license in 2015 when my seizure diagnosis changed from simple to complex. Several jobs later, my doctor ordered me to stop. It was 2017, just after medication adjustments lead to a grand mal seizure at work, where I had to be whisked off in an ambulance. Nothing new.
Luckily, I was still allowed to run the Chicago Marathon that October. Since the seizures had become more high risk, I qualified for a guide, thanks to the athletes with disabilities program. The guide, a volunteer, flew in to Chicago from Canada and is now a close friend who I will never be able to thank enough for running with me. Not to mention other guides and countless friends I’ve made through the running club who make sure I’m never alone on that path, today included.
I need long Saturday runs out there with countless “good morning” greetings to remind myself there is still good in the world. Especially in 2020. This year, the Chicago marathon is around the same time as my 10 year brain surgery anniversary. I always privately imagined throwing a big party in the fall of 2020 to celebrate life. Crossing more than just a finish line for a race. Doctors told me if the tumor doesn’t come back in 10 years, it never will. While everyone expects the race to be cancelled soon due to the Corona Virus, I will still run 26.2 somewhere. I need another run to remember as I celebrate this milestone, even if it’s in a mask. I know I can survive as long as I am lacing up.