From Touchdowns to Seizures: My Unforgettable Bills Game Experience

On a Sunday (or Monday night), there’s no place you would rather be than at a Buffalo Bills game! I have had the ability to go to numerous Bills games throughout my years, but this Monday’s game surpassed them all. Not because the Bills won 47-10, but how I got to enjoy the three things I’ve been preaching for years all very close; Football, Family, and Faith.

As I was heading into the stadium, we stopped at a small concert that was going on. I was enjoying the music, my family, and very soon later, clusters of seizures. My brain decided it wanted to have its own fun for the night which caused me to have lots of seizures. I’m not new to having clusters, but when you’re at a football game with 80,000 people, it’s a little bit different.

The only way I was leaving that stadium was if I needed to go to the hospital. As I made my journey to our seats, my uncle was my guide, with my dad behind me in case anything bad happened. I made it to our seats and right away took my emergency pill to see if would help reduce the oncoming seizures. 

If you have ever been to a football game, fans tend to stand the majority of the time. Normally I would, but between my judgment and my parents looking over, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand and watch. Don’t get me wrong, when the Bills were ready to score a touchdown, I was up and cheering!

As the game progressed, it seemed like my seizures were subsiding. I did all I could from taking my emergency pill to drinking a ton of liquids to keep myself planted in the chair. All to see if I could stop any more seizures from happening.

As we were leaving the stadium, everything felt fine and good. However, my brain wanted one more hooray for the night and knocked me down. Before I could grasp what totally happened, my dad had me by my shirt and a few friends of ours were right by our side. I got in the car and jokingly texted my brother saying, I think night Bills games are done for me.

My family has been by my side from the day I was diagnosed with epilepsy, and as you can tell, nothing has changed. My dad grabbing me by my shirt to hold me up, my mom arm locking me in the stadium to keep stood up, and my brother was on alert the entire time. Words can’t explain how much I love them (including my amazing sister)! Shoutout to my other family members and friends who were at the game ready to defeat my seizures with me.

When I wasn’t cheering, I was holding my “Two Feet In The Sand” Chain my aunt and uncle gave me. That chain is like my shield and it works really darn good.

As much as we want to wish it, we can’t beat our epilepsy on our own. Thank those who have been by your side <3