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"One Minute and a Matt"
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“So how are you doing?”
That’s what everyone asks when they see me now since my 12 year old son, Max, passed away on May 15, 2013.
Max was born perfectly healthy but at 6 weeks of age, he mysteriously contracted bacterial meningitis. After 7 weeks at Vanderbilt Children’s, he came home with brain damage, epilepsy and many other handicaps. Despite his battles, and ours, in caretaking over the years, I refuse to think he had a bad life.
So how am I doing?
It has been 3 weeks and 4 days in the Pediatric Critical Care Unit with my son, Max, fighting for his life. It is something he and I have trained for our entire lives. Him unknowingly, me knowingly. I have experienced his death and the emotions associated with it many times now. Each time like the first. Each time the words used to describe can only pretend to capture at best.