When I first learned of my daughters terminal diagnosis I thought of how heartbroken I was. As I thought of her short life I pictured what it would be like to take her home and lose her. Here's something I didn't picture. Going to the doctor(s)! We go a lot. She needs it. I need it too. We check in often, with lots of different people. I don't get much done those mornings. And Max is usually really annoying during the drive. But I'll tell you what I DO love about going to the doctor. We talk about her LIFE.
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