It was a sunny, perfect Easter morning and we were preparing to leave for an Easter egg hunt when Nate inexplicably lost the ability to speak. As he mumbled incoherently in our kitchen while drooling and having the area around his lips take on a bluish hue, both Doug and I were struck with panic. This began our medical journey with epilepsy. We hope this page will help us to share Nate’s story with those who may find themselves traveling down a similar path and hoping to find support as they walk the road.