....with no sign of a safe harbor. This past weekend we were reminded about the fragile state of our ship. By ship I mean of course, the things that we have come to depend on in these turbulent five months. The things that keep us afloat and out of the deep cold waters. These little things are Leo's health, his big appetite, his smiles and giggles. Our daily routines with him; the bedtime baths, the therapies, the inevitable doctor visits, lazying on the couch, the little spark of pride and happiness we feel when his nurses comment yet again about his wonderful thriving presence. I felt like all this was threatened by our first experience with seizures. Seizures are the new hazard that has come up on our horizon. I guess naively, I hoped and assumed that somehow our little man would be spared. That he has suffered enough, that his parents have for sure, enough to last us the rest of our lives, thank you very much. In fact, one doesn't need much of a brain to have a seizure. Mos...