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.

A Life of Exhaustion and Love

Physical therapy sessions filled our calendar. Wheelchairs, bath chairs, adaptive utensils, and medication schedules became our new normal. My days revolved around lifting two growing boys who depended on me for nearly everything.

I loved them more than anything in the world. But the exhaustion was real.

Most nights I slept in fragments—three hours if I was lucky, sometimes four.

The Husband Who Was Never There

Meanwhile, Mark was always at work.....