When Time is All You Have

For the Love of Bean

Sitting in the dark the past couple of nights I had written and rewritten this post in my head. I had every intention of having this hate filled rant about how right I was and how wrong doctors so often are. How every benefit of the doubt should be granted to the mother, for we know our children best and can always tell if something was off, something was wrong. I grew angry, envisioning posting the screenshot of my email to the doctor in the beginning of the week, begging him to allay my fears, to watch the video, to give me assurance I was overreacting or to call and schedule another EEG study just to make sure.

I was furious when Alex arrived by ambulance to the hospital, having just had a 20 minute grand mal where his body locked, his limbs only able to tremble violently though they…

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