I used to measure my days by the rhythm of my sons’ medications.
At seven each morning, Lucas needed his muscle relaxants. Fifteen minutes later came Noah’s seizure medication. By eight, we were stretching stiff muscles and preparing for another day that required more strength than I ever thought I possessed.
By nine in the morning, I often felt as if I had already worked an entire shift.
The Accident That Changed Everything
Three years earlier, everything in our lives had changed.
Lucas and Noah, my twin boys, had been in a car accident while my husband, Mark, was driving them home from school. The boys survived, but the crash left both of them permanently disabled. Lucas struggled to move his legs, and Noah suffered brain trauma that meant he needed constant supervision.
From that day forward, our home turned into something between a hospital ward and a rehabilitation center.....