Purple Dayz

I meant to write about Purple Day on, you know, Purple Day. But since it’s still Epilepsy Awareness Month, at least for a few more hours, it’s not too late to reflect on how starkly my attitude this year diverged from how I thought about/ didn’t think about Purple Day in 2012, shortly after my official diagnosis.

Highlight of Purple Day 2012
Highlight of Purple Day 2012

I spent last March 26 in the Epilepsy Monitoring Unit at Toronto Western Hospital, where there was a conspicuous absence of Purple Day celebration or, for that matter, acknowledgement of its existence. No one from Epilepsy Toronto visited the unit, the nurses on duty didn’t break out their purple scrubs, none of the other patients seemed to know or care that events meant to raise awareness about epilepsy were taking place throughout the city. My own awareness of the particularities of the condition for which I was being hospitalized remained, in fact, pitifully low. If I had been allowed to leave bed, I might have benefited from the Purple Day information booth set up in the TWH lobby. Instead, it was a hospital day like all others, the monotony broken only by a block of rubbery oatmeal and a gelatinous blob of sweet and sour chicken.

Blog-Appropriate Picture
Blog-Appropriate Picture

Things have shifted significantly in the space of a year. We started to discuss the possibility of having a Purple Day party a month or so ago and, after a little hesitation on my part, went ahead with it. Between the intense purpleness, friends’ enthusiasm, and alcohol-fuelled body-painting, it ended up being, for lack of better words, pretty great. So great that the vast majority of the pictures aren’t blog-appropriate; understandably, my husband isn’t thrilled about the idea of pictures of his purple chest floating around the internet.

IMG_1755

On Purple Day itself, I went to an Epilepsy Toronto event at the Elgin and Winter Garden Theatre Centre with an amazing friend. While chatting with her and other people I have met through epilepsy-related activities, it suddenly struck me—I am starting to become part of a community that really gets me, in which I can express my anxieties in a way that I normally can’t. The warmth with which this group has welcomed me is something to be grateful for, as is my non-epileptic friends’ acceptance of my alterity. And that, I guess, is what I realized this Purple Day: that epilepsy sucks, but that my life and relationships don’t have to.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Purple Dayz

  1. Oh my gosh! This is so beautiful 🙂 I was having such similar thoughts today about my brain surgery to cure the epilepsy. Even though it has not succeeded and the seizures are back (not uncommon in this procedure and totally worth the shot), I see the world differently. I have experienced such compassion and love from all those around me–family, friends and workmates–and I am starting to learn how to do the same in this world. It’s a big lesson and I’ve got a long way to go! But hey, gotta begin somewhere.

    Thank you for this thoughtful entry about Purple Day, my darling friend. And I’m so happy we got to spend that day together!

    C u Thursday for coffee 🙂 🙂 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s