Life was not always this peaceful. Just a few months ago, I was drowning in a sea of hopelessness, desperately searching for a lifeline. My husband, Joseph, had been diagnosed with epilepsy three years ago, and our lives changed dramatically from that point on. What started as occasional seizures soon became frequent, intense episodes that left him weak, confused, and ashamed. And me, helpless.
We tried everything. Hospital after hospital, specialist after specialist. We spent countless nights in emergency rooms and our savings vanished faster than we could count. Joseph lost his job because the seizures became too unpredictable. He couldn’t hold tools at work, and sometimes he couldn’t even recall what day it was. Our friends stopped visiting. Our families whispered behind our backs. People treated him like a ticking time bomb. to read more click here
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