No sooner had those photos of Sophie gone up and out, curls flying (scroll down to see), than she had three big ones, back to back, on this rainy Los Angeles morning. But, you know what? I'm not going to be like my paternal grandmother, dressed in black and praying that I die, convinced that anything good, uttered, will turn to bad. I'm going to defy the jinx, stomp the ego that believes it can control every little thing. I'm going to exult in the fact that Sophie has had many good days, a number of good days, where she has had no seizures to speak of other than an occasional jerk. That's nearly a week of dinners free of tonic-clonic episodes, of mornings without clammy hands and days without clusters. Yes, nearly a week, the longest she's been seizure free in as long as we can remember. Sophie has NEVER had a honeymoon period on any drug, ever. Remember that she is taking a tincture that is not even the ideal proportion of CBD to THC, that we are waiting for Charlotte's Web, and that given this promising start, we have every reason to believe that she will continue to find relief, maybe even more relief.
Thank you for all your happiness, for sharing in ours.