I asked him how he was feeling as I held him last night.
I asked him how he was feeling about his epilepsy, about the seizures, about the medicine.
And he said, “It’s hard, Mommy.”
I told him I would be there for him, that I would never leave his side. Ever.
And he said softly, “I know.”
And the fact that he knows gave me the strength I needed to fight along his side for another day.