And that's, I guess, what I wanted to write here tonight, how much my perspective about having a child with Down syndrome has changed. Part of it is time . . . I think you tend to grow into being a parent of a child with such a diagnosis. But also, Michael's cancer has changed my perspective.
For a long time after Finn was born, his having Down syndrome seemed like the most traumatic thing that we could face as a family. Well, it's not. This last February, seven months after Finn was born, my husband was diagnosed with cancer. That, my friends, is far more traumatic than finding out your baby has Down syndrome. It's been a loooooong road of treatment for Michael, including lots of radiation and chemo, major surgery, and the occasional trip to the ER like last night. Makes Ds seem like small potatoes indeed.
I'm exhausted and am signing off for the night.