I am a nurse every single day for my son and I don’t enjoy it one tiny little bit. There are days where EB just overwhelms me. Still. One would think that after nearly 22 years it would just get easier, but it’s just draining and relentless. Nicky’s at that age now where he should be living on his own or would soon, perhaps graduating from college, but he is everything but independent and will probably never be. EB takes aRead More →

As the mother of a child with a complex medical condition, I feel that there are some things everyone should know about what it’s like to parent this child, whether he or she is 1 or 21.  In my case, of course, as Nicky is getting older, things are getting more complicated. He’s less mobile, he has more issues, more doctors, etcetera. RDEB is a degenerative condition and the issues we may face are most likely different than what anotherRead More →

A recent visit to the ER for my son Nicky powerfully reminded me how much power we have, as parents of children with rare diseases, to control the situation. To control how we are treated. To make sure we are listened to. We are, after all, the experts on our kids! Nicky may be 21, but he’s still MY kid. Speaking up for my son, especially  if something doesn’t sit or seem right is now a way of life. No oneRead More →

If there was one thing I’d want everyone to know it’s to please be aware that parents of special kids, especially those with lethal conditions, are hurting. Badly. So, when you see a parent pushing a child in a wheelchair at the grocery store or at Target, send them a smile, a kind word, anything. You will make their day. I will continue to research methods, oils, trails and anything else, as I must because Nicky needs me to beRead More →

Just a couple of days ago, on Mother’s Day, I received the sweetest card from my son Connor, who is 14 years old. He made me cry. He thanked me for taking such good care of Nicky and for teaching him strength. This is just part of his card: “Through all you have been through, I’m speechless and all I can say is to never EVER give up. Most mothers if they were to go through what you have goneRead More →

Worry seems to be a mantra for EB moms. We worry. Our heart sinks with every new passing. Myself, I try to cherish every day and not think about the future, it is unknown after all. Thinking positive is hard, but I do try. I keep telling myself: Nicky will make it, Nicky will make it… he will live to see a treatment that will improve his life drastically. It may be false hope, but the truth is, my heartRead More →

We hurt to depths that boggle the mind, but we know joy that others will never understand. At the beginning of our journey, we may not think we can do this, we may think we’re not good enough, not patient enough, not selfless enough, but we become the parent our child needs. Friends and family disappear, but those who choose to stay become part of our new world, and they are the most amazing, caring people we will ever know.Read More →

From my book “Butterfly Child“: “For a long time I told myself that things would get easier. It was going to be easier once he sat up, or when he was out of diapers, or when he turned 10, but I had been duped. The wounds were bigger, nastier, took longer to heal; the limbs were longer, we needed more bandages, longer wound care, hands worse, more homework, and things were only going to get tougher.” I wrote this sentenceRead More →