My child is sick.
when illness comes to my door I shudder. leave. don't come back. I am done with illness. done with disease. done with drugs, prescriptions, x-rays, tests, biopsies.
My child is sick.
he will not die. he will survive. but for a moment I did not believe that. for a moment I believed that this was it...again. I am fearful of the darkness that disease brings. it is familiar.
go away. leave my child's lungs in peace. extricate yourself and let him breathe.
breathe.
breathe.
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