Just me...asking why?

While my son was home, going through his episodes, I didn't sleep, couldn't pray, worried all the time and was frustrated at him for not showering or changing clothes. He was doing so well for so long in a facility and then the med change-- now, he has memory issues and seems so frantic when he can't talk to me on the phone. I too hate that he's far away and I can't visit him more than once a week but on the otherhand, I know he's relitively safe--and for that I'm grateful. WE, as mothers feel as if WE have the powers or should have the powers to make our babies well--kiss those booboos away! Why can't this work like scrapes and bruises? Why can't we simply kiss them, hold then tight and make everything better? WE are doing the very best we can for our babies...we are there for them, love them, fight for them, and never give up on them. I have talked to some mothers that tell me I am a stronger person than they are--some parents walk away from their babies because it's just too painful to watch over and over--we do not walk away we walk into the flames, face the fire head on and strive to make our children's lives better no matter the sacrifice! They are our babies no matter how old they get. My biggest worry is when I die who will my son have then? Who will carry on after I'm gone, who will make those weekend visits and take that extra step to ensure he's well taken care of?