On September 10th this year it will be the 20th anniversary of my son Lakshmana's bicycle accident and traumatic brain injury. All things considered he is doing very well. It was such a close call, though. I remember the neurosurgeon looking into my eyes and explaining that there was a fifty-fifty chance that he could live--or die.
It was a terrifying roller coaster of emotion while watching my son suffer acutely as a variety of surgeries and procedures supported his life, constantly being asked to make heart-rending decisions between greater and lesser evils. I'd rather be the person in the hospital bed.