Our lives were changed forever when we received a call from our youngest son. He was enlisted in the U.S. Army and serving as a cavalry scout at Fort Irwin, Calif. Shock does not adequately describe my feelings when he told me he had been sent to a mental health facility and diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder. That was more than 20 years ago. The challenges have been numerous: medication changes, late-night calls, explanations of what doesn’t make sense to him…all the problems that come with this horrible condition. Today he is in recovery – not cured, but over the years, with a solid treatment plan, he has learned to manage the symptoms and live a meaningful life.