Making the tough calls has never been easy, and apparently the weight of this burden never goes away.
I remember my son, 4 months old, critcially ill and crying incessantly. Crying because he was in pain. Crying while I, his mother, held him down so that the radiologist could insert a central line into his neck. But what choice did I have?
Nine surgeries later and the choices are still hard. It’s not just the major decisions that we wrestle with, but the day-to-day ones as well.