Yet, here we are. And I still have some dwindling hope against all odds, because it’s hard to hope when your child pushes against a very strong current. My hopes and dreams I have for my child die a little more each day as I watch him struggle to just survive. I surprise myself at the kind of person I’ve become. I literally explode when people treat my son with any degree of disrespect because he does not deserve it. He’s the sweetest boy, ever. I may not know much, but I am an expert in my child’s needs, and you can bet on that. One of the nasty side effects of RDEB is that the scarring does not only appear on the outside of the body, but also in mucosal surfaces, such as the eyes, mouth, throat and esophagus. All you have to do is look at cultures thatRead More →

Nowadays, everytime I turn around, I hear something on the news on how the life of my child, once again, is an afterthought. The latest one is how the new tax plan passed unanimously by the GOP until the last minute didn’t have the ability to deduct medical expenses. Maybe, for most people, being able to deduct medical expenses is not an issue whatsoever, but I am glad that pressure from the disability community got them to open their eyes. The fight is not over, as there are other things at stake. By reducing revenue by at least $1.5 trillion and increasing the deficit, the “Tax Cuts and Jobs Act” increases the pressure to cut Social Security & Medicaid (programs the GOP stated are “next” on their agenda), which are critical to the lives of people with disabilities. Barf. I don’t normally engage in political discourse, even though I followRead More →