I'm at a loss for words... So I will share a poem... The following poem Greg Van De Moortele wrote for both new and long term patients to inspire them to not give up hope, and fight the battle with epilepsy to the end.

The Fighter As the fighter enters the ring Several thoughts race through their minds What are they now facing Putting their previous fights behind.

When diagnosed with Epilepsy That patient enters the ring Their fight now commences Awaiting what it will bring.

The fighter wins round one Placing points on their card. They accept their condition Knowing the future may be hard.

The first medication fails Giving the opponent round two. Advice, and support in their corner Allows the fighter to continue.

Rounds three through six Are all considered a draw. Each medication did assist, But each one had their flaws.

During the seventh round The fighter lets down his guard A large seizure has occurred Hitting the patient very hard.

Things begin to brighten Throughout rounds eight and nine. No seizures have taken place During this stretch of time.

Now begins the final round, One of many bouts, It falls to the judges scorecards But it was a win without doubt.

When a medication is tried But does not succeed Consider that round a draw And continue to proceed.

To be titled champion The patient is completely seizure free. Whether it be controlled by medication Or cured by surgery.

This is everyone's goal Neurologists and patients alike, But until that day arrives You must persist in your fight.