TREV'S STORY
This is Trevor's auntie writing now. I'm taking over this section because my sister would never tell you this part. This is a story whose impact reaches far beyond a bar of soap.
Trevor was born a micro-preemie at 26 weeks. For 101 days, the doctors at a very sophisticated neonatal ICU took extreme measures to keep him alive. At a lesser facility, it is likely that Trevor would have been one of many early births that did not survive. Even as I write that, however, I second guess my assumption. There were many moments in those initial weeks that Trevor experienced grave setbacks and we were certain he would die, and he didn’t.
A common refrain among the doctors was, “He’s a fighter. He has a will to live.” Luckily, as these things go, he came from a fighter. This journey has been harrowing, to say the least, for my sister, and every day she somehow draws energy to continue on.
For every dire prognosis, from Trevor's birth through his twenty-six years (as of this writing), Tia’s perseverance and belief, and Trevor’s innate will to live and thrive, proved every limited prediction false.
Tia, at every turn, looks at the next milestone that doctors cautiously advise “He will never reach.” She knows that her son is capable of far more than anyone else will ever see. As a young man, she sees the need for him to engage in “real work.” She, therefore, created a scenario that most neurotypical kids would envy - the ability to start their own company and feel the pride of a product well made, a product made with a mother’s boundless love.
