Nov 5, 2020
2 min read
It might be true, but it’s not my truth
You can rise above it
I don’t know how old I was. I was very young, but I can imagine what it was like for my parents in the doctor’s office that day.
The Doctor glanced up from his notes. He gave my parents a quick nod, then he picked up my chart.
“ I’m sorry that I have to tell you this.” In my mind’s eye, I can see my mom and…
