Category: lifestyle

Rock On

The image above was 10 years in the making.

The photograph on the left was taken in July 2014. We were in Philadelphia ahead of our eventual move from Colorado. My wife and son had a long week of exploring and house hunting, and we thought we’d unwind and play games. About an hour after that picture was taken, we’d be standing in the lobby waiting for a taxi and watching our son have his first seizure.

Over the next 10 years, we’d see our son have countless seizures. We’d have many nights where we thought we would lose him. We would spend months in the hospital saving his life and then years trying to rebuild what was damaged. We would struggle to find his place in the world.

The photograph on the right was taken at Dave & Buster’s a few weeks ago after our son’s last school day before winter break. As I walked around the corner and saw him pick up the guitar, I had the image of my present-day and my son 10 years ago, like two different realities, crashing together in my mind.

While we’ve had struggles and challenges in the last ten years, the significance of that moment was that we’ve also had successes and accomplishments. Our son is 15 now, and we’ve had so many years we weren’t sure we would get. He plays baseball, enjoys gaming and streaming, and has friends. He’s in a school for kids like him, which gives him a place to learn and grow.

When the picture on the left was taken, we didn’t appreciate how little knowledge and control we had over the future. Later that night, any vision we had for the future was shattered. The picture on the right reminded me that we can never predict the future. We can only learn to embrace every moment, victory, and opportunity to pick up the guitar and rock on.

Just Right

I’m sitting on the couch in our living room. A fresh fire is popping in the fireplace, and its warmth and smell are just starting to fill the room.

My goddaughter is sitting next to me. She’s not my goddaughter, but that’s the most straightforward label to use. When trying to decide on a label, I came up with introducing her as my stepmother to avoid further questions. She came up with, “Oh, you can see her, too?” if someone asks me directly who she is. We have yet to use either of them in public.

Whatever label we use, she lives with us and is part of our family. It’s been long enough that it’s weird to think there was a time before she was here, but since this is only her first holiday season with us, we want to include her Jewish background in our celebrations.

This living room is where we come together as a family, and it’s appropriate that it’s where our holidays will come together, too.

A Christmas tree, the one we’re decorating for Hannakha, lights the room, and sparkles reflect from the silver snowflakes on the blue skirt around the tree’s base. The two chairs that usually sit opposite each other are side by side with a dog in each, along with a Menora pillow in one chair and a reindeer pillow in the other.

Two blue nutcrackers are on the hutch, one holding a Star of David and one a “Happy Hanukkah” sign, bookending the television. A small silver Menora we received from her grandparents is nearby, missing the candles that will soon be lit.

Four stockings, each with an initial, hang from the banister. One is for me, one for my wife, one for our son, and the last for our goddaughter. The dogs’ stockings are missing, but maybe we’re hiding them to prevent the dogs from eating them and requiring another surgery.

It all just feels right. Just like having her here and part of our family feels right. Just like spending time with her family, either in Colorado or when they visit Pennsylvania, feels right.

As I sit here, taking in the scene, feeling the heat from the fire, the dogs and my goddaughter have all fallen asleep. I can’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for our blended families and traditions and our home filled with love.

Our family may not fit neatly into labels or conventional definitions, but it’s ours—full of warmth, humor, and connections that transcend titles or origins. This season, as we celebrate a holiday that is uniquely ours, I’m reminded that the beauty of family lies in its ability to grow and adapt, weaving new threads into an ever-evolving tapestry. And here, in this room, surrounded by symbols of our shared lives, it feels like home.

It feels just right.

Yet

“Yet” is such a powerful word.

“Yet” allows us to acknowledge current struggles while leaving space for future possibilities. It’s a bridge between what is and what could be, subtly shifting focus from a fixed state to one of potential.

There have been so many times when we thought we were out of options when it came to treatments for our son’s epilepsy. We tried all the medications. We tried the ketogenic diet. Because his seizures were generalized, he wasn’t a candidate for surgeries that are available to people who have focal seizures.

Each time one of the treatments failed to control his seizures, we felt resigned to give up hope.

But even in the 10 years since my son was diagnosed, there have been many new advancements.

Genetic testing is being used to identify specific genetic mutations associated with epilepsy, which has enabled personalized treatment strategies, improving efficacy and reducing side effects.

Epidiolex was introduced in 2018 to treat Lennox-Gastaut syndrome and Dravet syndrome.

A new surgical technique called Laser Interstitial Thermal Therapy (LITT) that uses a laser to target and ablate seizure-causing brain tissue precisely was approved, reducing recovery time compared to traditional surgery.

Although it was used off-label earlier, Vagus Nerve Stimulation (VNS), which involves implanting a device that stimulates the vagus nerve to reduce seizure frequency, was FDA-approved in 2017 to treat children as young as 4 years old with drug-resistant focal epilepsy.

Deep Brain Stimulation (DBS), traditionally used to treat movement disorders like Parkinson’s, is now being used to target brain regions like the anterior nucleus of the thalamus to reduce seizure frequency in individuals with drug-resistant epilepsy.

We’ve benefited from these advancements. In addition to genetic testing, my son had VNS surgery when he was nine and DBS surgery right before his 15th birthday, even though they weren’t options when our journey started.

Of course, it’s easier to be on this side of it and say that I always had hope or that I automatically added the word “yet” to the sentence “there is nothing left to try.” I didn’t. I was overwhelmed because everything we tried didn’t stop the seizures. I had almost lost my son, and I was afraid that, with every failed treatment, every door was closing on his future.

Eventually, I would be reluctant to try a door because that would mean fewer were available. At least with untested doors, there was hope. It’s like in high school, when there was a girl I liked, if I didn’t ask her out, she couldn’t say “no,” so there was always hope for a “yes.”

What changed for me was seeing the advancements and having them offered. First, there was a new medication, then another, and then the VNS. I saw first-hand how continued progress created more doors, making trying one a little less scary. I began to believe there would be more doors, which made it easier to believe in the word “yet.”

Right now, our hand is on the DBS door. We’ve cracked it open and are waiting to see what is on the other side. There are never guarantees, but we hope it improves our son’s quality of life. If it doesn’t and we have to close that door, too, when the feeling comes back that there is nothing left to try, I will remember to complete the sentence:

It feels like there is nothing left to try…yet.