Yesterday was full of lots of grief and drama. Kels had been in a mood all weekend and yesterday morning before church it all came to a head. She was vile and nasty. She said horrible, hurtful things that you expect to come from a teenager. Except? We have NEVER heard this kind of stuff from her. She is usually so very laid back and good-natured. Until the Keppra, that is. We begin to wean her off the "Devil-drug" (as we call it) tomorrow. One of my fears is that she is "altered" from the surgery itself, that taking down the Keppra won't make a difference. I don't know if I could live with that. I mean, the surgeries were the worse of two evils. The possibility of a seizure-free life vs. a life-time of possible side-effects. Being a parent is too hard sometimes.