I have been diagnosed with epilepsy since 1983 and it seems that every treatment that I have tried I have had an adverse reaction to. But I think I have a good life due to the strong bonds of my family.

When i was thirteen years old i wen on an amusement ride. The ride was a manual ride -- it was not powered therefore i had to propel it with my own momentum. As i powered the ride i somehow slipped on the metallic base of a floor, thus hitting my head on a metal pole. As i hit the pole i lay unconscious for a few moments -- as told to me by friends later on. Afterwards i was drowsy and fatigued; eventually i was rushed to the the hospital and diagnosed with epilepsy.

The doctor at the hospital was puzzled at first then he referred to a type of doctor called a neurologist. The neurologist put me on phenobarbital -- the year was 1983.