Thank you, Crayola. I think so too.
Thank you for remembering this. I will never ever forget sitting in the car in front of the hospital, after collecting the copy of his medical chart, and seeing that on the first page, my son was in his car seat in the back. Never. Ever. And hearing his shrieking as the Children's hospital drew blood with what looked like horse needles, to test him. And then, 17 years later finding out he had been born with Hep B, which despite all of that, had never been detected. At so many levels my son and I have failed by the system. I just can't accept that for all of that, we both have to suffer more and more.
I know you can tell I am way, way better than when I came here, 8 years ago. Does the pain of life never go away?
I child is not a purchase, that we can return for a better model. But you know what? I will confess I still wonder. That all of that love has become so much suffering.
