My open letter to epilepsy

Dear Epilepsy,

On Saturday June 27, 2015 at 1:00 PM when we formally met I was already aware of you. I’ve spent countless hours talking about you with families and medical professionals all across the nation.

I have a feeling prior to us meeting, you didn’t really do your diligence on me and what I’m about. The many sleepless nights I’m up praying, lighting candles, reading angel books until my glasses fall off my face, drinking coffee, popping melatonin, Holy Basil, and popping Black Cohosh pills at the same time…that’s just a typical Tuesday night.

I’ve figured out that you’re either here to strengthen our journey or you’re here to push down the research wall on cannabis because showing up in my home always has a purpose one way or another.

Watching my son have a seizure for 8 minutes means we’re now better acquainted with each other. You can go back to your seizure meeting and let the seizure leader know the following…

I belong to one of the fastest growing communities in the world made up of cultivators, moms, dads, grandparents, caregivers, neighbors, friends and families who at a moment’s notice will show up with the only known “seizure kryptonite” that has proven to give you a run for your money. 

Today, you decided to show up again but I was prepared. 

How does it feel to be defeated by Joey’s Strain?  It looks like the whole plant kicked your ass, if I was you I would not bother showing up again.


Joey’s Mom