The Night Watch

Every night before he goes to bed, my son takes a handful of pills.

The pills are the last line of defense that my son has against the unrelenting seizures that constantly lurk on the horizon. Especially at night, when his brain slows down to recuperate from the day, my son’s brain isn’t strong enough to defend itself against attack.

His medication is meant to strengthen his defenses so that his brain can rest. They are the guards on the parapet defending the residents inside the walls throughout the night. But the gaps in my son’s wall are too wide for the guards to cover. It’s not a question of whether a seizure will break through; it’s how many. It’s how much damage will the attackers do before the sun rises.

We’ve tried to boost his defenses. New medications. The ketogenic diet. VNS surgery. But none of them have prevented the nightly raids from exacting their toll on his developing brain. Even combined, they are no match for the electrical storm the flows wildly across the neurons and floods the cells.

It could be worse. It has been worse. Before we knew what this was, the flood nearly took my son. The uncontrolled pulses flowed through the gaps in his natural defenses and eventually breached them entirely, leaving his body frozen and his mind disconnected. We managed to beat back the invader and rebuild. We strengthened the walls. We bolstered the night watch. But our seizure calendar records the history of attacks, painting cells with yellow markers revealing every defeat in long ribbons of sequentially colored squares.

Every night before he goes to bed, my son takes a handful of pills because there is nothing else to do. We stick to our routine because it is better than the alternative. His pills, his diet, and his VNS play their part. But as he drifts off to sleep, I turn on the monitor and take my post watching over him, too. Because it’s my job on the night watch to be there when his defenses ultimately fail, to comfort him after the attack, and to help him rebuild the next day before we do it all over again.

 

Traveling On The Ketogenic Diet

We love to travel, so when we started on the ketogenic diet four years ago, I worried that the diet would close off the world to us. We could still go to Colorado and Florida because we had friends and family there with kitchens. There were also stores where we could buy ingredients for his meals and pharmacies if we ran out of medication. But what about the places where we would be on our own?

Our first big trip was almost two weeks in Hawaii. I wasn’t sure how easy it would be to find specific ingredients we would need to make food. I also didn’t know if we could find a room with a kitchen, so we prepared as much food as we could to take it with us. It was our first time traveling with a cooler, so I read through the TSA rules to see where they stood on traveling with ice. I researched coolers to find one that would fit enough food but wouldn’t be too big to carry on the airplane. The week before, we made enough food so that we had meals available for the entire trip. The cooler was heavy, but it allowed us to enjoy our trip without worrying about staying in ketosis.

This year, we went to Panama. At least in Hawaii, there was an ABC Store on every corner. In the remote places we were going to in Panama, that would not be the case. It was also not likely that the closest store would have the specific ingredients we needed. There would also not be a pharmacy to stroll into if we needed a prescription. Again, I hit the internet to read about bringing medication and food internationally. There were no specific restrictions about bringing my son’s food into the country, so we again prepared enough meals to cover the trip plus a few extra days. Even though we were staying in homes with kitchens, making the food ahead of time removed many variables. We also upgraded our cooler to a backpack to make it easier to carry on those long travel days.

Now, traveling on the ketogenic diet feels routine. We prepare the food ahead of time. We know the routine to pack and get through security. And we no longer worry about the world being closed off to us. If we can make keto work in the mountains of Panama, we can pretty much make it work anyway.

If you’re looking to travel on keto, here are a few tips:

  1. Find complete meals you can prepare ahead of time. Ideally, it’s also food that can be frozen, like ice cream, pizza, and pancakes (syrup went in checked baggage). Some restaurants will heat food for you, some won’t. Keep that in mind when you plan the meals.
  2. Make sure everything is frozen. Freeze all of the food for the journey and use the blue ice packs to keep everything cool. Make sure the ice packs are frozen, though, because TSA won’t allow them through if they aren’t.
  3. Keep a letter from your doctor handy. If a situation arises where you may need to explain the diet, a letter from your doctor can come in handy.
  4. Don’t forget utensils. Not every segment of your journey will have access to forks and spoons, so bring some with you. Plastic, disposable utensils are best because washing silverware while traveling is not always possible.
  5. Get to the airport early, just in case. We generally get pulled out of line by TSA when they scan the cooler, so having the extra time creates a more stress-free experience.

My final piece of advice is don’t be afraid to travel. It is a big, amazing world out there with so much to see. The ketogenic diet doesn’t need to prevent you from experiencing it.

If you have any questions about traveling on the ketogenic diet, feel free to leave a comment or send me a note.

Ignoring The Warnings

This post is part of the Epilepsy Blog Relay™ which will run from March 1 through March 31. Follow along!

When I was younger, my vision of my future included many things. It included a cabin in Maine where I would write and take my sea kayak out to harvest lobsters from my traps. It included a job where I made a lot of money doing something that I loved. It included traveling around the world, soaking up the sights and flavors of every culture on the planet. And it included a family that would share in these experiences and would enrich my life with their own experiences and dreams.

Man plans, God laughs. ~Yiddish proverb

That vision for my future didn’t include a lot of things. It didn’t include the pressure and demands of a job later in my career. It didn’t include the realities that come with having parents who are aging. And it didn’t include the curveball we were thrown when our son was diagnosed with epilepsy.

The combination of these factors created an environment that tests us every day. The relentless seizures. The widening gap between our son and his peers. The insecurity of our lives. The distance that the exhaustion and pressure create between us.

There was a movie called “The Perfect Storm” that detailed the account of the Andrea Gail caught at sea during the 1991 “Perfect Storm”, where multiple storms merged to create a super-storm. The crew ignored the warnings about the storm and made choices that took them further from safety. Eventually, underestimating the power of the storm, they turn back into it and the ship is lost.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like we’re caught in our own storm. I’ve been ignoring the signs and now we’re trapped in the middle of it and the waves are getting bigger. Occasionally, one of us will get thrown overboard but the others pull them back to safety. But there is only so long we can hold out. Eventually, we will get tired. Eventually, the ship will be lost.

I underestimated the strength of this storm. I thought we were lucky. I thought the seas would calm. I thought we had been through enough. But the storm is not done with us yet.

The warnings are in front of us.

It’s time to steer our ship to safety before it’s too late.

NEXT UP: Be sure to check out the next post by Elaine at livingwellwithepilepsy.com for more on epilepsy awareness. You can check out any of the Epilepsy Blog Relay posts you may have missed.