Parenting a child with a life-threatening condition teaches you that life is precious. Life needs to be lived one day at a time. If I learned to smile despite the yearning to cry, it’s because my new “normal” was to make him smile. I am done being told what to believe, what to be afraid of, who to trust, what to think and who to hate. Why is RDEB medically fragile? Mostly because of the open wounds and the consequencesRead More →

Sometimes, when I sit down and think about it, I forget that the kind of stuff we deal with on a daily basis isn’t normal for most people. I forget, because after 20 years, they are normal for us, and even though I have a healthy child to remind me of the opposite, I choose to just live my day without comparing. Do not let anyone tell you that is foolish to have hope. It’s what keeps me going. HopeRead More →

The contradiction of it all is that parents of special need children find their strength not truly in themselves, but through their love for their child. If this election cycle has taught me anything is how to raise my standards. I see people go so low it’s disgraceful. If any of us are going to be able to raise above and become better versions of ourselves, the work is within.  My tear ducts spontaneously go on overdrive when I rememberRead More →

Strength doesn’t really comes from anything supernatural, it comes out of despair and heartbreak. I assume it takes a LOT to shock a firefighter, but we managed to shock them that day. EB shocks people, it really does.  Strength has everything to do with allowing ourselves to feel whatever needs to be felt at that moment, let it all out and then deal with it. As a special need mom, I’ve had experiences where I had to fight like anRead More →

Even with all this evidence on how much my wrapping is working, they are STILL telling me I wrap Nicky too much. I swear, it will never end. Isn’t prevention key? My job is to keep my head above water for Nicky’s sake, which can be an unsurmountable task at times.  God can and will give you more than you can handle, it’s up to us to decide what can wait and what cannot. Last night I came THIS CLOSERead More →

For many years to come we survived on donated bandages or, worse, washed and re-used bandages. It’s heartbreaking for everyone to see my son not only suffering but deteriorating before our very eyes.  The death of my child changed me in ways I cannot ever explain nor express the monumental importance of. When you hear a bereaved mom mention the name of their child in heaven, just listen. I will continue to fight, just as all parents on this journeyRead More →

Life hands us raw deals, and we can either laugh or cry, and while I am not sitting here telling you I’ve never cried, nowadays I try my best to enjoy life, enjoy the little things, enjoy the moment, take it all in. I don’t intend to host a pity party by sharing my pain and struggles — by sharing, I think I help open minds to what Epidermolysis Bullosa looks like.  The problem with the scarred areas is thatRead More →

Don’t know what to say? Google “what to say to a special needs mom” or “what to say to a bereaved mom” and you will be inundated with amazing, perfect sentences you can add to your repertoire and make you look as the most amazing, empathetic person on the planet. Try it, seriously. You no longer need to abandon your friends and families when they need you, just Google what to say. You will be their hero forever. Nicky’s formRead More →