Overboard

I feel like I have been thrown into the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and I am drowning.  I don't know where to begin.

Wow, Stephanie...melodramatic much?  Your kid doesn't have cancer, AIDS, or some other incurable and horrifying disease...he isn't dying.  He doesn't need a feeding tube.  He doesn't need a wheelchair.

And yet, I still want to mourn the loss.  I still need to be angry and sad.  I've done denial.  Then maybe I can I will move to acceptance. 


Can I also say that I hate the fact that the amount of therapy my child receives is based on what my insurance company decides...