2,629,440 Minutes.

Five years.

Two million, six-hundred-twenty-nine thousand, four-hundred-forty minutes.

Two million, six-hundred-twenty-nine thousand, four-hundred-forty moments so dear.

Two million, six-hundred-twenty-nine thousand, four-hundred-forty minutes touched by epilepsy.

How do you begin to measure five years?  

In medications? In medical tests? In doctor’s appointments?

In lost jobs? In lost driver’s licenses? In lost dignity? 

How do you measure a life touched by epilepsy?

In boredom? In loneliness? In discovering online shopping?  

In struggles? In creativity? In finding new ways?

In two million, six-hundred-twenty-nine thousand, four-hundred-forty minutes, how do you measure life with this disease?

How about hope?  

Measure in hope.