When I was six months old, I was having multiple seizures a day. My parents were unsure of what was happening at the time. The problem kept on persisting, so they took me to the doctor. The doctor told my parents not to worry about anything, that I was just having some digestive problems. They gave me medicine and told my mom to check up when I was finished with the prescription. However, a few nights after that appointment, the seizures kept on occurring. My mom did not believe that what the doctor said was true. She brought me to the hospital where I had to undergo multiple tests. They finally discovered that I was suffering with Infantile Spasms, a form of epilepsy. The doctors told my mother that nothing could be done, and that I would end up mentally ill for the rest of my life. However, she refused to believe that this was true for me. My parents refused to give up a fight that I was too young to fight myself. One night, my mother describes as horrific. She said that I had stopped breathing and she was trying everything in her power to help me. My parents called an ambulance and I was rushed to a nearby hospital where I was eventually stabilized and I had regained consciousness. I was eventually transferred to CHOP and treated there. Still, the doctors told my parents that nothing could be done, that I would suffer with this disease forever. However, my parents still did not give up. By this time, my growth and development had completely ceased. It was like I was moving backwards in mental development. I was unable to do things I should have been able to do by the time I was a year old. I stayed in CHOP for a long time, almost a year actually. There, I received treatment for something that seemed incurable. Suddenly, something changed. I started having fewer seizures, rather than almost 50 in one day. Eventually, the day came where I had my very last seizure. I was beginning to develop mentally. I started doing physical therapy where I began to learn basic things that I forgot how to do, such as crawl and hold a bottle. Those basic things then turned into bigger things such as walking and speaking. I am very grateful for CHOP as well as my parents for not giving up on my fight and allowing me to be where I am today, healthy and happy.