At 15, the day before basketball tryouts—the sport I live and breathe for—I had my first grand mal seizure. It was a shock, and what followed was a whirlwind of hospital stays. Before I was diagnosed with epilepsy in November, I went through five inpatient stays, each filled with tests and uncertainty as doctors tried to figure out what was happening. More than anything, a cure would mean the world to me. It’s not just about getting back on the court; it’s about reclaiming the carefree, independent teenage life that all my friends get to enjoy without a second thought.