I have this vivid memory of walking into my sister-in-law’s house years before Reagan was born. She was watching a friend’s son after school. He sat in front of the TV with a block of cheese and she set a timer for him to finish the food. At the time I remember thinking it was odd, but now it makes complete sense to me. That child was living with Epilepsy and treating it with the Ketogenic Diet. Fast forward eight or so years and that child is seizure free and we are one month into our Ketogenic Diet journey. It’s odd how some memories really stick with you, or is it? Is it life showing you that this is something you need to remember for your future?
Reagan does not sit in front of the TV and eat a block of cheese, but she does sit in front of the kindle with a homemade Keto meal. We do set a timer for 30 minutes and her meal must be completed within that time frame. And since the portion sizes are so small, it’s never really an issue.
A month ago when we returned home from our 5 day hospital stay I was nervous and tired. How would we do this? What if I screw it up? What if she grows to hate this? Today, we are doing it, we are making it work. I have screwed up, I bought the wrong heavy cream and have thrown away entire batches of keto gummies and cloud bread (it’s like pumping and freezing breast milk to find your freezer stopped working). Instead of growing to hate it, she has embraced it and has asked to help make the meals.
That little boy I remember so vividly from years ago, is now my little girl, living with Epilepsy and treating it with the Ketogenic Diet.
Rea of Hope 