Now that Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts has been released from the hospital and the usual suspect/leftists are (hopefully) recovering from their convulsive fits of glee at another person’s distress, some of us have been thinking about the effects epilepsy has on the lives of loved ones who suffer from the condition.

Jack Lewis has an interesting post up about his own problem with “benign idiopathic seizures.”

In 1983 I had a grand mal seizure. I’d suffered for years from short “black outs” following periods of lack of sleep. The neurologist put me on seizure medication that summer to see if it could control it, but as I left for college that August I forgot the medicine. Being August, in Arkansas, in a dorm with no air-conditioning, I got very little sleep that first night back, and the next morning rather than a simple “black-out” I had a full-blown seizure. I was on the medication until 1997 when a different neurologist wanted to see if my original seizure was caused by going off the medicine too quickly. I went off the medicine slowly, and everything seemed fine, for several months until one morning I again had a seizure.

Epilepsy also runs in my family. My grandmother developed it as an adult after she gave birth to my mother. She was advised to have no more children. My grandmother suffered grand mal seizures for the rest of her life but it didn’t stop her one iota. She was a brilliant person who went to college at the age of sixteen with a chemistry scholarship. She and my grandfather ran a dry cleaning business and after my grandfather’s death at the age of sixty kept the business going for quite a few years. She never drove a car but that didn’t stop her from getting where she wanted to go. She walked.

In our family the seizures were called spells.

When my mother was in her mid-thirties she suffered a grand mal seizure while in a college class and after she arrived at the hospital had another one. Tests indicated that she also suffered from epilepsy so she went on medication and has never suffered another seizure.

I do think that high intelligence brings with it a tendency to overuse certain areas of the brain. My son’s best friend has also been diagnosed with epilepsy. It first occurred when he was a teen, then went away until his mid-twenties when it returned with a vengeance. He is unable to drive but that hasn’t stopped him. He is a missionary currently serving in Africa.

Growing up with relatives who suffered from epilepsy may have made life more serious to me. I do remember how scared it made me when my own little brother suffered some seizures and I was the one who discovered them. He outgrew the malady, thankfully, by his teens.

But I will never forget one summer day when I was about ten, sitting with my family at my brother’s baseball game and a man fell to the ground with a grand mal seizure. The crowd grew very quiet except for some teenagers who started to point and laugh. A man jumped out of the bleachers and gave assistance to the seizing man and another woman took on the laughing punks. I still remember the looks on the kids’ faces when she was finished with them.

May Chief Justice John Roberts long serve our country on the Supreme Court, rendering justice and wise decisions. I wish that same fierce lady was around today to take on the leftist adolescents praying for Robert’s demise.