Rollercoaster

I've always had such mixed feelings about roller coasters. I know that some people absolutely love them but they terrify me. I want to like them but my body and mind won't let me. Waiting in line the anticipation-stomach turning, up up up up up, that resting place then the fall. Straight down, out of control, screaming, jerking, waiting for it to stop. This roller coaster feeling is the only way I know of describing what my family has been through the last 48 hours. We had just gotten home from school on Thursday when the ride started. Karson started complaining that her right eye was hurting. When I looked at her face I noticed that her left eye was crossed. I told her that she should go and lay on the couch but she didn't make it. She couldn't see and she stumbled into the wall. I grabbed her and laid her on the couch. She looked up at me with great fear, her eyes rolling to the side then limp. I couldn't get her to respond to me in any way. I panicked!!! The rest of what happened is such a blur- Matt getting home and grabbing her off the couch, me driving, calling 911, then the seizure. At the time I had no idea what was happening. Matt was holding her in the front seat she was violently shaking, the ambulance was not getting to us fast enough. I really believed we were losing her. The ER, the Cat Scan, EEG, MRI-too much information. So hard to hear, so scared. Is this really happening?