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The book covers a long battle with epilepsy and a huge victory over the disorder thanks to the help of the staff of Scripps Green Hospital in La Jolla, Calif. in December of 1994.
On Dec. 5, 1994, I had four seizures, the last while standing in the parking lot of Scripps. Never in my life had I ever been so frightened. I had no idea that I was about to experience something that was not only life changing but probably life saving, too.
The next day, the wonderful people of Scripps met me at the front door, led me away to surgery for a right-side lobectomy and I haven't had a seizure since.
Needless to say, I may be the luckiest person on the face of the earth -- and I thank God every day for what has been nothing less than an absolute miracle.
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For more than 30 years I was sick. I cannot state the number of times I felt like crawling in a hole, because I was embarrassed by my medical problems. Nobody knew what was wrong, and quite honestly, there were times when I just didn’t want to live anymore. It took that long to finally find someone who would not only listen, but also rewire a brain, which had been badly hurt by seizures.
Finally, I’m free of prescription drugs and the side effects they leave. Yes, the whole battle was tough, but I’m here to tell you not to give up. The shackles have been taken off, and I’m on a roll now.
The book is written for all of you who have had seizure disorders -- or any serious health problems which have left you confused, angry and simply at your wits end. Don’t give up, because I’m living proof that you must be aggressive in your battle. Don’t ever turn your back on your health problems; and most of all, find people like the ones who helped me get on my feet.
My life was a mess and I didn't even know it. I was eratic and unpredictable, although I did manage to make a living in journalism doing something I loved.
I had literally given up when the folks of Scripps not only changed my life but probably saved it, too.
Life is good now and I can live it without the dreaded fears affiliated with epilepsy. Because a huge weight has been taken off my shoulders, I can focus and I've undoubtedly added many good quality years to my life.
No more prescription drugs and no more fears of the unknown.
No more having to explain myself everytime my face would go blank and my speech would slur.
No more having to worry about a full-blown seizure in front of hundreds of people.
Life is good.
The shackles have been removed -- and I'm going to spread my wings and fly.
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This proves that the good guy wins in the end. My team -- my wife and three sons at my side, didn’t give up during the war. We held together. During 1994, our plate was overflowing, apparently so we could be tested. We survived some very challenging times from the time we arose in the morning until the time we went to bed at night. Every day was an adventure, filled with the unknown.
Also, I felt my recovery was proof that people cannot give up. There is a reward at the end of a long fight, and I’m proof of that. There could not be a more grateful or happy person than Michael Anton Henle, who is nothing more than a 54-year-old man who has been working since he started selling newspapers on the streets of Carmel, Calif. at the age of seven.
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