“The wish for healing has always been half of health.” –Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Tonight as Edgar rode up and down our street more times than I can count, I couldn’t help but stare at his helmet. It’s the helmet he was required to wear last year–at school during recess and physical education–for his safety while he was actively having and later in danger of having seizures. This summer, Edgar’s neurologist, with discernible glee, removed the requirement; so, now it’s the helmet that protects him as he instinctively and doggedly works to rebuild his strength, his stamina, and his balance. Tomorrow marks seven months since Edgar’s last seizure. And our wish for Edgar’s healing and his for himself marches on unabated. If the wish for healing is half of health, then this half of his health remains one hundred percent within our control.