The first time it happened, I was on a run near my home. Recently, my then 5-year-old had experienced an hour-long seizure that could have ended his life if medics hadn’t brought him oxygen when they did. When I heard the sound of a nearby siren, I dropped onto the dirt trail hyperventilating and sobbing until someone running by asked if I was OK. Their words broke me out of my panic, and I made it home. There, I managed my son’s medical care and readied him for preschool, leashed up my dog and