About 10 years ago, she started to have what she called “spells.” One of my brothers, home on a visit, asked me if I had ever seen one?
I said, “No.”
“It’s pretty scary,” he said.
Since then I’ve seen my mother, now 84, suffer from several different types of seizures – never a grand mal, those wildly physical experiences that can involve thrashing around, and the worry of biting your tongue, but rather some of the others such as a petit mal and absence. With these she mainly freezes, maybe shakes a little, can lose her water or sometimes she just stares off...
