Get your shit together people. Do what needs to be done and don’t be so damn selfish. My son’s life depends on it. Someone’s mother’s life depends on it. Someone’s brother. Someone’s child. Someone’s grandparent. Do you get it yet?
And while most people that we’ve told feel sad or sorry, I honestly can’t say I’m feeling all that different. We knew life was going to be different for Apollo and we knew this was a possibility.
So, in less than a month we’ve had to rush two out of three of our children to the ER. Its actually been less than three weeks. Two children, in the ER, in less than three weeks. I mean….what?!?
Well, Thursday we finally got to take Apollo back to the neurologist. For a while there it felt like we may never make it back. On that difficult day back in September that I’m sure we’ll never forget, we were told we’d be scheduled to come back in two weeks. Well, two weeks turned into […]
12 weeks and 3 days.
That’s how long it’s been since we first heard the news.
It’s been a while since I’ve written.
But I’m still adjusting.
To life. To circumstances. To change.
I think my life lately has been a lot like walking through a house of mirrors. Take a few steps. Hit a wall. Back up. See your own reflection and question your direction and just keep going.
Everyone has this idea in their head of what their life is going to be like. What they want it to be like.
So today, September 30th, is Microcephaly Awareness Day.
3 weeks ago I had no idea this day even existed. I’m not even sure I’d ever even heard the term Microcephaly.