When a calming washes over me with which I am unfamiliar
I wonder if it could be here to stay? Oh my merciful Lord, please!
The headache barely whimpers anymore and her pain cousin screams less
Making me wonder if something real is happening: “is it live or Memorex?”
Napping fills my afternoons, pill counting still dominates my days, overnights
With fewer medical appointments I can listen to my own body better
And experiment with all that I have learned, all my Great Physician has taught.
Some little sewing projects have kept me going through this stage of recovery
I’ll share it with you if I ever get them done with scraps of stuff from here and there,
Just like life isn’t it when putting pieces together then ripping out the crooked ones?
Maybe someday it will look pretty or be useful somehow . . . until then my Maker “sows.”
What will I reap when the seizures finally stop? Will life become filled with color and smiles?
Alas until then, Gentle One, watch this space with me for I am hopeful again, not as bad,
Yes at last, I am hopeful again. JJ
Jesus is for the Wounded 
Thank you Jane! The Lord has carried me and Steve too, through some really bad times. We are grateful for a bit of a reprieve and leaning on the Lord who has been so faithful through it all. Godspeed! JJ
You do have a wonderful way with words. I pray for you and hope that you finally will see that poisonous evil malady leave your body for good. God bless you dear child of God.