My little guy was diagnosed almost a yr ago February 14. It was sards.
We were sent to a hospital in San Antonio the test was maybe an hour long. When they told me I wanted to die it hurt so bad and the tears flowed for days, but I realized that was selfish, it wasn’t about me, I should be trying to comfort him and I did just that.
Bentley had days that he had depression but I made sure I treated him as I did before sards and the days and weeks started to seem happy again. We still go to the park and I take him to all the places we used to go. I know he is happy now, he adjusted his life and he showed me how to accept things that seem unbearable he is my little hero.