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Neurology Again

I spent Sunday til last night up in Seattle at my Dad's house, our soon-to-be-home. We worked on some rooms and an attic. While we were doing that, Ash spent some time on Papa's hammock in the backyard.


Tuesday morning we had an appointment with Dr. Bamford for Ashley.

He has a very calm and soothing manner. We discussed Keppra and why he believes it's the best choice of anti-seizure drugs for her. I understood it better and while still not entirely thrilled with the idea, I think it's a good start. We waited a bit and she wasn't too thrilled.


At one point Dr. Bamford told Ash to go out and look in the treasure chest for a prize so we could talk a little bit more. Ash picked a bear that she's named Keppy, for her new medicine. She was quite exhausted and took a nap with her new friend.


Now I'm back home and working on more packing. In case you were wondering? Not fun.


  1. Rebecca and I are praying for you guys. We hope Keppra will help Ash so that she can get back to as normal as she has been before her Grand Mal.

  2. Thank you so much Steve. How are you two? We haven't talked in ages!

  3. Pamela I am so sorry to see more troubling news. It is especially hard being a parent and trying to tackle something that you can't see or scream at.

    I hope that you get through these tribulations safely and that you can all find your new benchmark..
    funny how that bar always gets moved just when we think that we have it pretty well figured out.

  4. " can't see or scream at"

    Very well put. That's how it's felt sometimes. You're also right about the mark being moved just when we were comfortable with where we were.

    Now....we're not so comfy.


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