For the last four months, my son has been severely depressed, buried in a down comforter desiring only to attach to a computer or snuggle with a pillow. I've feared losing him. He's rarely been willing to leave the house or often his room.
You think you love your husband right now, but you have no clue how much your definition of love will change. When your daughter is placed in his arms for the first time, not until then, will you know what true love is.
A friend told me once that a parent is only as happy as their least happy child. When one of your kids is battling a chronic, debilitating disease, the limitations on that happiness becomes abundantly clear.
Since this disease is as present in my home as the snow outside our front window right now, while snowbound I decided to compose a list of what the Snowpocalypse 2.0 in Atlanta has in common with PANDAS.
My first thought when he got sick -- even before his possible mortality, or the fact that he might suffer -- was about insurance. The others were a close second, but the first thing that flashed through my brain was he might be uninsurable.