My mom would eloquently express that seeing the "true colors" of someone is a similar discovery as to seeing their highest qualities. Not only did my family's true colors shine with vivid display, but the shades of those around me also enveloped me in what became a gradient of honest concern and affection. True colors can manifest when needed most; when my head was wrapped in gauze, my fanny pack of wires following me wherever I went, I needed true colors. I needed brightness, sentiment, and perfection. I am so grateful for what I received from both my doctors and those that continue to surround me.
What I received was a broad diagnosis of focal seizures and a broader gesture of love. Focal seizures are surely not perfect - they require the right medicine, a game of trial and error to adjust my body to proper management of outbursts that indeed can be handled. As my epilepsy is busy being counseled, I am busy expressing my deepest gratitude to everyone who expressed their perfection in a hectic hour. Perfection is in all of us, there simply needs to be a reason, a demand, for the truest hue. The beauty of life is that each gradient is different, varying in glow and intensity. But, when pigments are mixed, the result is a beautiful, a perfect, shade of authentic allegiance.