Mom knows

Damonito's mom, Nicole, is amazing. She is the backbone for the rest of us. I'd call her The Rock but the nickname is already taken. She has crystal clarity even at the worst of times. In those times I feel pretty worthless, although I am good at yelling for help. I take my cues from Nicole and I've only seen her actually break down twice throughout this whole ordeal. Really lose it.
She knows everything about Damonito. She knows exact amounts of every medication Damonito has ever taken. It's been a lot. She knows his weight in kilos. She knows how he'll respond in any given situation. She knows how many hairs are on his head. She can tell when he's going to have a grand mal. She knows everything. It's amazing.
I've never once heard Nicole say, "Why me? Why us? Why him?" I've never heard her say that she can't do this anymore. She's never blamed anyone, she's never felt sorry for herself. She gets up everyday and she is The Rock for the rest of us (now I can't say what goes on in her head in the middle of the night but that is her own and she's entitled). All I know is I feel like she's taking the bullet for the rest of us. And I am in awe of her.