With that, we took our chances and let them take out a portion of our 4 month old's brain. To stop the seizures, and to give him a quality of life. To keep him alive.
That's why I can't help but get teary every single time I see my guy with his beloved piano in music therapy. He won't play piano...indeed he does. That doctor couldn't know what all Max had in store for us. No one could! But, I love it when he surprises us every day, with the things we were told he wouldn't ever do. Even at 9 years later.