Living the Ultimate Dream
I’m not really living any dream anymore, only a thick, dark fog.
After the first TBI my son suffered, on Mother’s Day in 2015, I thought our broken family was putting the lives we now had back together.
Not to be. My son was attacked by some unbelievably shallow people and they tried to kill him.
Needless to say he has a new head injury and a few severe physical disabilities added. My problem is with the lack of communication between the doctor’s and families because he’s now 18. Adds many insults to an already fractured family structure.
We have a very long road ahead and I can’t say that we aren’t shocked and scared. What can we do but continue to be support for him and I will always be the broken hearted mom.
Joining many other moms I’m sure.