Today, exactly 7 months to the day, my son walked from his 2nd hospitalization with a diagnosis of acute paranoid schizophrenia. He was a very sick young man, still not stabilized, but cared only about getting out of the hospital and home to his life so he had signed himself out of the hospital. I remember feeling with every ounce of my being that that kid would not graduate high school. It was a foreboding that I couldn't shake even up until a few days ago. The reasons in my mind for him not graduating changed over the 7 months, first because he had missed so much school during a couple weeks of hospitalizations, then because he was so sick and not responding to medications, to most recently, inside this last hospitalization, him telling me he didn't want to walk in the ceremony.
But today, June 1st, 2013 my son, after working hard in school for years and years, after fighting like hell (since 8th grade) the ravages of this nasty, intrusive, life altering illness, WILL WALK IN GRADUATION TODAY AT 3pm. He will wear a royal purple robe and along with 300+ of his peers he will receive his diploma and walk into adulthood.
I am THE HAPPIEST, THE PROUDEST, THE MOST TEARY-EYED MOM IN THE WORLD TODAY. I cannot WAIT to see him FINALLY WALK IN GRADUATION.