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 journey do. We will fight on all levels, with all the love we can muster, because our children deserve our best.
Sometimes I wonder if my tiredness is not strictly physical but mental as well. Can anyone feel tired because their mind is?
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