Mark bounced up and down on my knee. It was mutually beneficial. He enjoyed the horsey ride and I appreciated the outlet for my nerves. I was about to hear the words I’d heard so many times before. I just didn’t expect the doctor to actually throw his arms up in the air with them. He had no answers. He couldn’t help. He literally gave up on Mark right then and there. And, I was instantly happy that Mark was facing the doctor and not me. This way he couldn’t see the tears of frustration welling up in my eyes as I fought them back.
This scenario was playing out all too often for Mark and I. And I was becoming accustomed to feeling overwhelmed by sheer amount of unknowns, abandoned by the medical community and woefully ill-equipped to navigate a situation that was completely out of my control. Mark and I had hit yet another dead end on our search for medical answers and practical help. The struggle was all too real…
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