On Friday, Cooper had seven seizures.
Seven.
Seven within a 15 hour stretch.
Up until then, he averaged one every 3 to 4 weeks. Never two in one day, with the exception of the day they first started.
It was a really scary day.
They weren't even his "normal" kind of seizures.
Each seizure got worse.
After the 4th one he started ramming himself into corners and overall just not functioning right. He couldn't walk straight and he could barely stay upright on the tile floor.
He was also eating everything in sight--food or not. Unfortunately, we didn't realize that until we were on our way to the vet and he had already eaten my volume control knob, half of a pencil--it broke as I ripped it from his grips--, and heaven knows what else that I didn't catch in time. He was working on Luke's seatbelt when we finally made it to the vet. He was so bad it was almost funny.
It was less funny when I realized he may be like this from here on out. I've spent a great deal of time following him around ripping things out of his mouth. He's extremely forceful about it. I'm worried for him--and for our things.
By the end of the night he was completely wiped out. It's a side effect of the new medicine, plus seizures are really hard on the body. I was grateful to have him settled, but it was scary to see him so unresponsive.
I think the worse thing was that the boys were front and center for everything. Henry was especially worried about him. I hate that they had to see him like that, but I was so, so grateful to not be on my own through it. They were huge helps.
Fortunately I had the snow to take some of the boys focus off of what was happening.
It helped balance things out.
Ben made it home from Michigan a few hours after the last seizure. It was a shock for him to see the state Cooper was in. It was probably worse to have to hear what was happening and know there was nothing he could do.
Coop has been doing better since. He's had no seizures, but every once in awhile his legs will give out and he can't walk. That's been kind of scary, but after awhile they start working again.
He's also either wandering around like he can't get settled, forcefully going after food, or completely conked out. There's no real in between.
He's just a little off.
I'm praying it's the new medicine that's causing it, but Ben and I are both pretty certain that the brain tumor--that's the most likely cause of everything--has spread enough that it's now affecting him in more ways than just an occasional seizure.
This may be his new normal.
I just pray that we will know when he's had enough.
We're just not quite ready to give up on him.
