GUEST BLOG: Katy Thomas – A Mother’s plea for medicinal cannabis
My heart is pounding out of my chest as we 3 blink down fat tears into Eddy’s 5th seizure tonight. He mewls weakly, floppy-limbed, white-lipped and slumps into my arms. I can still hear the echoes of the deep aching sobs he cried before bed, terrified of the seizures he knew he would have tonight.
