“I Carried Our Special-Needs Sons Alone—While My Husband Chased His Secretary. Then My Father-in-Law Stepped In.”
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…