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What To Believe When Epilepsy — A Chronic Disease — Is Magically Cured?
For starters, I believe in something greater than ourselves.
About ten years ago, I stopped taking Epilepsy pills. To commemorate the first decade of my life without daily pills, I decided to share this personal story with the world.
I hope it will inspire others to believe in magic or something higher than themselves.
About eighteen years ago, when I was thirteen, I had my first epileptic seizure.
My parents said I didn’t return home for hours after school that day. I don’t remember what I had done when I was missing. I remember passing through a garden near our house and seeing my brother coming towards me from the direction of our home.
“Oren! Where have you been?”
“At school, why?”
“We’ve been looking for you for hours! Mom and dad are worried sick.”
I was dumbfounded. I didn’t remember doing anything special that day. I came back home with him, and my parents asked what happened. I swore that nothing happened.
The last thing I remember from that day was my brother talking to me in private and saying: “If something happened and you don’t want mom and dad to know, you can tell…
