Skip to main content

What becomes of the adult child when the parents die?

Parents of children with uncontrolled seizures have many worries. But the biggest worry is: What will happen to my child when I'm dead? I'm so grateful my son has been seizure-free for four years--thanks to epilepsy surgery--and can now live on his own, but not everyone is as lucky. Many adults with uncontrolled seizures live with their aging parents.

When my son was seizing 10 to 20 times a day I used to fantasize about a home in Toronto where he and other adults with epilepsy could live together like a family. My husband and I had to face facts, we wouldn't always be here for our son. And, we were only too aware that living alone is not safe for someone who suffers repeated seizures. Just imagine if my son fell in the midst of a seizure and hit his head in the shower, or had a seizure while frying bacon on the stove? Who would help him if he lived alone? Who would either make sure he recovered from the seizure or call 911? And so, I began to envision a lovely, big, old home with a large country-style kitchen, a communal living space and individual bed and bathrooms for those with uncontrolled epilepsy. They could cook and eat together but have the privacy of their own living space. There would be staff on 24-hours a day to assist with seizures and their complications and anything else that was required. In a city the size of Toronto we'd need more than one house--there are 30,000 people here with seizures, some controlled, some not--but one house would be a wonderful start. I started to research, but learned no home like my dream home has ever existed in Toronto.

Thank goodness Epilepsy Toronto (ET) has listened to parents like me and is hoping to change this unacceptable situation. It's a baby step, but ET has already had two exploratory meetings with parents, including one late in November. The biggest roadblock will be money, as the average price of a single home in Toronto is now over one million. That's an awful lot of fundraising. My son is lucky, he can live on his own, but I understand the fear of aging parents whose children aren't as lucky as mine. I pledge to keep doing whatever I can to ensure that one day this home becomes a reality. I'll keep you posted.



One of my favourite decorations on our tree.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Parenting A Child With Drug-Resistant Epilepsy

The inaugural meeting of Nights of Sharing was held last night at Epilepsy Toronto.The frigid temperatures and the ill health of some children meant it was a small--but mighty--group with lots of time to ask questions and share stories. Richard and I were happy to spearhead the group and to share our 30-year journey of raising a child with drug resistant epilepsy. From the feedback we received parents with recently diagnosed children are eager to learn from the wisdom of parents who've gone before them. I guess that makes us the old parents and they the young parents ! Still, we who've been through it want to offer guidance and share what we've learned on what is a difficult--sometimes horrible--journey. I've even been asked if we could videotape the sessions so that parents from outside Toronto can participate. Sometimes I forget how lucky we are to live in a large city with lots of resources. One young Mom came from Niagara. I'm so glad the meeting was helpfu...

Did This Happen To You Too?

I have a confession to make: Ever since COVID-19 struck, I’ve found it difficult to read even the best of books. I love nothing more than hunkering down with a fabulous read but last year my mind darted all over. I couldn’t sit still and I couldn’t focus on any book. Did this also happened to you? By the end of the year I had a stack of fourteen books on my bedside table all crying out for me to continue reading them. In the living room there were another twelve books and one or two books in the car. I tried to read them. I really did. Books have always been my escape but there was no escaping COVID-19 and the horrific stories of sickness and death. It didn’t help that my two eldest sons, John and Mike are both General Medicine Internists working in hospitals on the frontlines. Or, that my husband is working with Toronto Public Health. Fear took over. I gathered the books I’d started and put them all   downstairs on my read-one-day shelf . I decided I’d wait until the New Year,...

My Current Favourite Book

I'm so glad today is the last day of February. For a short month it was long and brutal! I can't wait for the snow, the cold and the grey to vanish. Usually I go for a long walk three to five times a week, but not this month. It has either been too cold or too icy. On the upside, I've had more time for reading.  This year I've recorded in my Book Lover's Diary the title and author of each book I've read and I've rated each book with one to four stars. My Mom gave me the diary in 2000 but this is the first year I'm dutifully recording every book I read. So far I've read eight books, or almost one a week. Six of the eight are non-fiction: Becoming , by Michelle Obama; A Smell of Burning, A Memoir of Epilepsy by Colin Grant; Educated , by Tara Westover;  Walk It Off, A Memoir by Ruth Marshall;   Intrepid Soul, A Memoir of Returning Home ,   by Leanda Michelle and Women Who Walk With Wolves , by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. The two fiction books wer...