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Rob and I went to dinner last night to celebrate my being a baby house (that's what he now calls me.) On the way home we were talking and realized that its been more than a year since my last seizure. This is the longest I've ever gone. When I was first diagnosed the doctors said that if I made it a year, they would talk about taking me off medications and that I might no longer have seizures since the type of epilepsy iss one where I am supposed to grow out of it. My fingers are crossed.
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  1. dollginaApril 21, 2009 at 2:07 PM

    Eeeeeeeeeee! You're a baby house! I can't wait. Oooh, can I name the baby? Can I? Wow, great idea, thanks!

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  2. meApril 22, 2009 at 7:53 AM

    That is fabulous news..
    How are you feeling, anyway? I know you asked if we could go to burger night (tonight?) but I keep totally spacing out asking Brad cuz I haven't really seen him. This is good because at least he is WORKING!! And I have had shit going on at night so have not been home at all. Anyway, enough excuses. I will call him today and ask if you guys are still going.

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  3. KellyApril 24, 2009 at 12:04 AM

    Hope all goes well with you.

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  4. pppApril 24, 2009 at 8:52 AM

    I like this!

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  5. AnonymousMay 1, 2009 at 10:28 AM

    I'm crossing my fingers, eyes, legs and anything else possible!!

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