Just another episode?

PROLOGUE

Everytime this happens my eyes sting with unshed tears. Deep down my stamach churns with the pain and relentless anger i feel everytime this happens. My friends comfort me and say "It'll be okay", "He'll get better soon?" and " I hope he's okay?", but the thing is, you see - it will never be okay. No one understands anything. When his episodes start up again the worst feeling sits itself at the pit of your stomach... Dread. You dread this illness, it can catch you when you least expect it, but you learn to live ife with the constant feeling of it being right behind your shoulder. Even when you expect it - or know its about to happen- t still grips you hard, like you are in an uncontrollable vice hat gets tighter and tighter each time. Eventually you'll suffocate to death. Your heart breaks a little more each time. The only problem is you an't help or stop it. You dont know wh, how, or when. You can only assume. You ask these questions each time it happens. Search your memores of what you've done differently. How this time is diferent? However, you always, always come back empty handed.

No one really knows what this is, yet nearly 2% of the global population suffer with it. So many people. Yet s few anwers. I see him lying there in bed and all i want to do is cy, let out my grief, but i cant. I'm not allowed. None ofmy family are. Not me. Not Mom and Dad. Not Bobbie. Not Charlee. Not Anna. Not even his twin Daniel. We cant. We're not allowed, not with this. We have to be strong. But thats the hard thing. Each time iss different. It's unpredictable. You never know when, why and how. You have to learn to deal with it. You beome accustomed to it. Your life changes with Cyclical Vomiting Syndrome, but ts not me that has it. It's Cory that does. He lives with it everyday of his life, has done for 11 years. he lives with the soul destroying illness, that is...

CVS...