Mommy and Daddy sat down with all of my doctors this afternoon to talk about my future. I wasn't there but Daddy said he now knows where I get all my strength from and he was very proud of Mommy, as am I.
The Attending Pediatric Doctor said that my abilities to breathe on my own have come to an end. Sometimes I can make it a few hours without the bipap machine but that's about it. Much of this is due to my long stretch of seizures that are very severe. My Neurologist said that Ohtahara Syndrome is fatal and most don't live past 1 year. He also said that my seizures have progressed as expected to the point that they can not be controlled with medicine. Mommy and Daddy requested that I get to come home. Everyone agreed with their request as long as we could get the proper equipment available at the house. The discharge nurse (who Mommy had been talking to over the last few days) spoke up and said that it is already arranged and should be set by Thursday. The doctors all grinned knowing that Mommy gets things done!
On Tuesday, July 7th 2009, the worst news imaginable was delivered to Mommy and Daddy when they were given my prognosis at a similar meeting to today's. As hard as that was for them, it did not prepare them for today. I write this most difficult post to date with a heavy heart as my days are numbered. I am so excited to get to go home and enjoy them with Clay and Olive who I haven't seen in over 3 weeks. Daddy promised to put the boat in the water and take me for a cruise. This is going to be a special weekend for my family and I am really looking forward to it.
I must end this post with a quote from one of my favorite writers... "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened". - Dr. Seuss