The Silent Son. Ken Atkins

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      The move may have left my wife and me struggling financially and doubting our decisions, and it may have caused our two-year-old daughter some anxiety as she had to adapt to a whole new environment and schedule, but Danny couldn’t have been happier. He had lots of new places to roam, lots of new things to get into and a lot fewer demands put on him by adults who were always trying to put a mask over his mouth and nose, make him crawl when and where they wanted, or take control of his arms and legs as he lay helplessly on his back.

      And home life wasn’t totally bad. We did have a great old house with hardwood floors, high ceilings and amazing decks. Even though I was gone most of the week, the weekends were filled with raking leaves and playing in the piles or going to the beautiful state park and playing in the cold, clear creek or just cooking out with family. There may have been an ever-present undercurrent of worry and stress, but there was laughter and love.

      We settled into the determination and acceptance phases of our journey with Danny. The past three years had tested our faith and our marriage mightily, but throughout it all we felt like we could always count on each other and on God. Admittedly, there were days when each of us had doubts and concerns about the other, but we had made it through a lot so far with no more damage than what we saw in other couples around us.

      Besides, Danny and his sister were counting on us. This may not have been the life either one of us would have chosen, but it was the life we were given. For me, this was just a continuation of the life I had lived as a child on a farm with cows and crops that had to be cared for, regardless of how you were feeling that day. It is, as they say, what it is.

      Or at least it was for a little while. And then it all took a new, and much scarier, turn for the worse.

      Seizures.

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