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 →

I remember clearly this girl on the right. I was painfully shy. Painfully. So painfully so that in third grade, when asked a question about geography, I didn’t speak because I was afraid to be wrong. I wasn’t wrong, I had studied all day before, but when I was asked this question in front of the class, I froze. My shyness got me an F. I was mostly a quiet child not only because of my shyness, but also because IRead More →

There is a unique kind of grieving that special need parents live with every single day. Yes, we like to live our lives as normal as possible, but then, SLAM, something happens that reminds us how fragile our children’s lives really are. True enough, my Nicky is beating the odds, he’s very much alive and ready to fight and I am ever so grateful he is, especially since I have so many friends who have experienced the loss of their children,Read More →

Last night, during a bandage change, I barely touched Nicky’s feet and he yelled in pain. I wasn’t touching a wound, mind you, I was simply “gently” feeling his skin. His feet nowadays are mostly healed, and they have been healed for sometime, they really look beautiful all in all, so I was a little perturbed. In truth, for the past several months – or years – Nicky won’t let me touch his feet at all. If there is aRead More →

Every person in the world has known heartache and suffering. Sometimes I think about the children with my son’s condition that live in third world countries, or countries like Syria, ravaged by war. There are so many people on our beloved planet that do not have the basic necessities, water, food, clothing, let alone bandages and medicine. At the core we’re all the same, we all want the same things. From the Quechua woman in Peru to the famous actor inRead More →