March 10, 2021
And just like that, he is no longer on drugs. Well, only the steroids, and only off for a week. Where he has been chatty, especially in regards to food, this morning he hardly said a word. He crawled out of bed, not changing out of his pyjamas, and curled up in his chair. He didn't sleep well, his throat was irritated and raw, and he was uncomfortable. I knew yesterday he was bad when he didn't even want to play Minecraft with friends. He picked up a little in the afternoon but by the evening he was sitting, comatose, in his chair again. He has put his sketch pad away.
This is so hard to witness, to be a part of, to know right from wrong. I don't know. I can cuddle. I can support. I can provide food. I do what I can. And I count my blessings. We have so much to be grateful for.