For the past two summers I have created a list of "attempted goals" in my mind that I wish for Sonzee to achieve. I always tell myself to be realistic, but to be honest, this is the one time of the year I actually feel extremely optimistic that during these four weeks there is no reason why she cannot progress leaps and bounds when there is nothing else to do but work with her. Then the summer begins and the hours of each day pass by, the days turn into weeks, and I am left realizing that my fantasy of Sonzee gaining substantial ground is just that, a fantasy.
The scenery has changed, the environment is different, but the effect of CDKL5 is and always will be the same. The seizures perform their daily havoc, actually, they are pretty much the only skill that she seems to make advances with. Just 5 weeks ago she was having small little questionable moments, and now twice a day on average she has undeniable episodes. I do not know when I will truly realize that we are not ever going to beat the seizures. There is no magic potion to wave them away, and deep down I really do know this.
Her jumper is hanging in the doorway here in our townhouse and her stander sits by the wall. Both have been used twice. The Upsee has spent the entire time hanging in a bag on the laundry room door, my desire for us to walk together for 5 minutes a day has yet to be met. Her bike sits by the fireplace next to a basket of toys she has zero desire to play with despite the various attempts her siblings and I make to get her interested. Essentially, nothing has changed except my feelings of defeat are far more pronounced.
It is the moments like these that I realize that even though I thought I had lost my hope with her, it was there, hidden away in a small space in my heart and mind, hoping to prove the majority of my heart and mind wrong. In the end, all it does is leave a pain in my heart, a fog in my mind and it solidifies why it is I really dislike everything that surrounds the word "hope".
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