We don't really know what triggered it; it might have been a comfy, multi-colored bean-bag chair my Grandmother gave me, but it could just as well have been any particular environmental allergen or even simply an errant blast of cold, holiday air.
“I have your son’s test results,” the doctor said over the phone.
I mechanically reached for paper and pen with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew that I was about to get some answers to our questions, but at what cost?
