Carving the Path...(by Michael)
The days wear on. They often blend one into the other. We've established a routine that currently works well. We know that will change soon as the disease progresses. We know that. There seems to be two worlds in which we reside. The worlds of raising children with and without special needs. These two worlds often sing in harmony while clashing violently with each other. They sometimes compliment one another and still, in the same breath, put the other down. Each world fills our lives with demands, vying for our attention, our love, our time, and our strength. Little, if any, of these resources are left behind...and what is left for us, we cling to with all we have. We hang in there, if only by a thread on some days or by a rope on others, we hang in there. It's our life. As our children grow, we too, have grown. A maturation has developed to deal with the conditions associated with the terminal ill...