If you’ve been reading my blog for a while you will know I have taken a break from blogging. My oldest daughter has epilepsy and on October 29th my daughter Zoe had brain surgery to place a grid onto her brain to locate the foci of her seizures. On November 5th, she had her second brain surgery to remove her temporal lobe as well as a portion of her hippocampus in an effort to stop her from having seizures. Preparing for this surgery was intense. Getting through her hospital stay, watching her cry in pain, holding her hand through countless IVs, and crying hysterically in waiting rooms while my sweet girl underwent two brain surgeries is almost too much to bear. However, in this entire process something remarkable happened, I realized my daughter is simply put – amazing. She inspires me to be a better mom and a better person. She handles things most adults couldn’t with grace and bravery.
While she was in the hospital I had planned to read to her from the new illustrated version of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I was so excited to think that my sweet girl, might just get into Harry Potter and we could enjoy it together. After her second brain surgery I decided it was time, she was asleep from over 5 hours of surgery and anesthesia, but it was worth a shot. Once I stopped weeping and was able to clearly see the reading began, then quickly I began to weep again. There is this remarkable part, which I had forgotten about reading this story all those years ago. It is in the first chapter when Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Hagrid are standing outside of the Dursley’s house on Privet Drive, when Professor McGonagall ask about infant Harry’s scar and if there is something that Dumbledore could do about it. His response is simple; “Even if I could. I wouldn’t. Scars can come in useful.” (Harry Potter Sorcerer’s Stone, J.K. Rowling, 1998). You see my exceptional little girl now has what my husband and I call one “badass scar”, this scar is going to be her badge of courage, sign of bravery, I was tougher than epilepsy, a marker that she is indeed – Zoe the Brave. Although this scar will someday soon be covered by her lovely curled locks, it will always be there, I hope as a reminder of her strength and bravery.