By Bob Dorn
Some six weeks ago I had my first grand mal seizure. In its aftermath I’ve read only enough about the brain’s temporal lobe, and its neurons and mitochondria to be able to say epilepsy remains a bit of a mystery.
Mystery’s not a word doctors like to combine with illness. After all, there are causes and effects. Modest physicians will go so far as to say we don’t know enough to name the cause and the mechanism that delivers the startling effects of these convulsive explosions.
I went to black immediately after some fascinating warning signs (about which, later). I knew nothing once I was down on the living room floor, gurgling and grimacing, my whole body stiffening. “A man will do that” I joked from the hospital bed, inspiring a laugh from my beloved wife, who’d witnessed the horror from its start. [Read more…]