Web Was Woven: Epilepsy and Depression

By Sonny Chase

With this story, I will tell you my experiences and my personal life, with epilepsy that not everyone knows. Its about injuries while working as a carpenter, cashier, also a car accident that really started me on a life changing downfall.

While trying many medications, taking three meds at a time, with no luck, still with side effects and seizures. This is my sincerest hope that by sharing my personal experiences, growing up with epilepsy and finally undergoing brain surgery, you will see you are not alone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546254034

Sonny Chase

I am the person who experienced all of these situations and lived the story. With this story. I will tell you my experiences on personal situations with epilepsy that not everyone knows. Injuries while working as a carpenter, cashier and a car accident that started me on a downfall. I have tried many medications three at a time, with no luck, only side effects and seizures. This is my sincerest hope that by sharing my personal experiences growing up with epilepsy and then finally undergoing brain surgery to cure it that you will feel you are not alone. I live in Detroit Lakes, Mn and have a wonderful family. We have four children/ grown up, three on their own are my step and the youngest is my true daughter. Becoming a grandfather for the first time in January of 2019.

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Published by AuthorHouse  08/06/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-5404-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-5403-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018909193

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Contents

Beginning of it all

The 1970’s

Beginning of adulthood

Close calls

A devastating Three months

Made a decision

Here we go

Making our way home

Making a difference

Decisions

Beginning of it all

Hello, my name is Sonny Chase, I am writing this book for you and families whose lives have been, or are about to be, transformed by epilepsy.

It is my sincerest hope that by sharing my personal experiences growing up with epilepsy and then, finally undergoing brain surgery to control it, you will feel you are not alone, and more importantly, you will realize there is hope that you or your loved one, can overcome this condition. I welcome any questions or feedback you might have for me, which you can e-mail at [e-mail].

I hope my story will make you smile and comfort you during this challenging time.

I was born in 1967 in a suburban city called Coon Rapids, Minnesota, located on the Mississippi River just 20 miles north of the Twin Cities. I arrived two months earlier than expected, weighing only 4 ½ pounds. The doctors kept me in the hospital for two weeks to gain more weight before my parents were allowed to bring me home.

Aside from being born prematurely, the first 14 months of my life were relatively uneventful. But this would all change come Christmas 1968. My father, Danny, was out enjoying an evening cup of coffee with his close friend Ray, the drummer of his rock and roll band. But while I was at home with my mom, whose real name is Lynnette, but everyone calls her Nettie.

My mother said she had spent the earlier part of the day tending to me, as I was sick with a fever. Although she says my temperature was high. We do not know exactly how high it was at the time because she did not have a thermometer.

Being teenage parents, they had to get by on the single income of my 19-year-old father because my mom was still in high school. My mother did her best to cool me down by gently pressing my head and face with cold, wet washcloths.

Finally, feeling both exhausted, yet satisfied that she had reduced my temperature, she rocked me to sleep and laid me back down into my crib before crawling into her own bed getting some much-needed rest.

Two hours later she awoke to the sound of the Christmas tree toppling over. This was strange, she thought. Being I had began walking at the age of six months, she had leaned the tree up against the wall of the trailer house in order to prevent me