The Diagnosis Day: What I Wish I Had Known

I remember the room, the chair, the sound of my own breathing. I remember loving my son fiercely and grieving at the same time, and feeling ashamed of the grief.

What I wish I had known: the grief is not disloyalty. It passes through, and what remains is a clearer, steadier love.

Your child is the same child he was the morning before. What changed is that you now have a map.