Every year since Namine was four, we get these memories that show up in our “On This Day” Facebook feed. The memory in question is about us pulling here out of school.
Namine had a checkup, and it could not have gone better.
Namine had an eye exam today, and it went well.
Namine had a dentist appointment today, and it was a doozy.
Last night was the retirement party for Dr. Gordon, who has been Namine’s special needs doctor, well, pretty much since birth.
A long time ago (it sometimes seems to us), long appointments were the norm. I’m not just talking about a mere two or three hours; in the days of Namine’s infancy, it was typical to spend literally six to eight hours at the hospital.
In a private special needs group I follow, the question was asked: “In unthinkable circumstances, should hope be offered?” Here are my thoughts.