Days passed. Damian and I took turns visiting Elon. It was difficult to dodge Elon’s questions, but facing Damian had begun to feel exhausting, especially since he now often visits Elon with my sister. For that reason, I could not open the topic about asking for a second opinion, as well as taking Elon to California to receive the best possible treatment.
I was thinking about doing it this week. No matter what, I was determined to discuss it with him. Further delaying it would only make our son suffer, and that would be the last thing I want right now. Elon was starting to look for his friends, mention his school and teachers. I was afraid his condition would become a reason for him to feel sadder and lonelier. Though I knew it would eventually take a toll on him, I was hoping I could do
