Twelve Years

We’ve waited twelve years and three months and for the first time ever we’ve looked our son in the eyes. Plural. They’re aligned. He doesn’t have double vision, a head tilt or dimming vision. Of note: I also didn’t pass out during yesterday’s surgery or recovery… which makes it a very different experience than the

Calling Dr. Freud

I can’t get my fax machine to work and everyone with a chronic condition knows that you must have a fax machine because physicians can’t email anything because of HIPPA. I think HIPPA was written to benefit psychiatrists because I’ll be needing one by the end of the day. Alexander has a pre-op appointment today.