This slide has been popping up all over my news feed from the CDKL5 conference this past weekend. I do not know why specifically, but every time I see it pop up it sends my inner core into fight or flight and instant anxiety ensues. I know that if I had been present and had all the information regarding the context of this slide I would most likely feel less threatened by such words, but as it stands, I just feel "vulnerable" to the potential of hope it should elicit.
After the 6th time I saw this image I turned to Sam and asked him why I was so angry over it. It was and does give me such a strong negative feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I wish I could read it with the excitement of those who posted it. I am unsure of the exact reasoning, but while trying to focus on a calming game of Sudoku, I couldn't squelch the numerous questions that came into my mind. Firstly, is this really a cure for ALL of our children who have a CDKL5 mutation or will it only work for some? Will Sonzee be alive in 2025? Is it even possible to really cure a genetic mutation? What would a cure actually look like? Who presented this slide? Does the presenter have a child with a CDKL5 mutation and if not, do they understand the weight that these words carry? and What really is the meaning behind the words on this slide?
It has, is, and always will be a challenge for me to truly embrace the words hope. I wish I could say the word and actually believe in it. I wish I could allow myself to be open to the idea of what hope represents, and allow myself to be vulnerable to every component. I wish I was not so afraid, but that is really what it comes down to. A bottom of the barrel, crippling, scary, dark, deeply rooted seed of fear that throws up this clear Plexiglas wall so that I can see what is on the other side, but am unable to be part of it. I want to believe, I want to have hope, but I do not want to be hurt, I do not want to be crushed, and I do not want to be disappointed. After all, this isn't about hoping for the sun to shine on a rainy day, this is about my 3 year old not suffering, potentially becoming a functioning member of society, and me not having to come to terms with the fact that I will most likely be burying her at some point in my life.
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