The Devastating News
by Meagan Brannon
I think I’ll always remember the dreaded day. D-day (diagnosis day), as I like to call it. It was early March, 2011. We had been traveling over an hour to Cincinnati Children’s hospital numerous times over the last eight months for evaluations and screenings. We knew in our minds that the diagnosis was coming, but our hearts still weren’t ready. We were told to leave Ben at home, so just my husband and I were there to receive the news. I still remember the doctor’s face.
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