JP contemplating the beauty (or thinking of his next meal) of Longwood Gardens in Pennsylvia (without a headache).

My 14-year-old son JP has endured countless headaches and migraines since he was 10. Last year was an incredibly challenging one for him – missing lots of school and making the work up. It was so challenging that he almost failed several subjects.

During the summer, I experienced the worst migraine of my life. I was at the Museum of Natural History in New York City and I was extremely sensitive to sound. Normal conversations were like clanging cymbals in my head. My growing nausea ended with a sprint to the bathroom. It was a horrid experience but it helped me to understand better what my son goes through almost every week.

To me, JP is a true hero. He heroically battles the pain and sometimes nausea regularly. He battles the frustration of not being able to fully participate in some events because the pain is so bad, that sleep is the only aid to help cope with the pain.

He is the picture of endurance in someone so young. He is my hero.