I’m left wondering what life is like for her two older children.

Caring for David is holy work, but it takes a village. […] am even paid a living wage to care for my son. […] I am a Medicaid provider because I am paid to care for my son, as are my son’s physical therapists, occupational therapists, primary care physicians, specialists, case managers and others.

This kid is what allows her to feel holy. To feel like a doctor. Kind of a like a Münchhausen by proxy, but the disease is real.

It can’t be great growing up in that household.