Hitching a ride, trusting a partner, marrying the same person three times
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Christy Shake lives in a small college town in Maine and writes a blog about her son and his epilepsy, exploring topics from motherhood to social justice, at calvinsstory.com. She is working on a memoir.
A stink bug perches on the bristles of my toothbrush. I know more about ventilators than I should. This morning’s coﬀee tastes luxuriously of earth. As I run through the forest, pileated woodpeckers hammer and cackle from above. I’ve got an ache in the ball of my foot. Some things never give up.
The seizure raged for another twenty minutes. As I leaned on the edge of the hospital bed next to Calvin, I wished I could feel his pain for him. The emergency medications appeared to have failed my boy. His fingers, toes, and lips were the color of plums, his oxygen-deprived skin ashen.