Our perinatologist called today and confirmed what we've all suspected all along...Trisomy 13. David's terminal diagnosis. The finality of it all and the tears that followed were the book ends to a day that has felt heavy and sadder than most. Strange that the doctor would call today. Then again, maybe not.
Ironically, we're all terminal, you know. David's life will be lived out in a short time. My prayer is that he would somehow know he's loved--first by God, then by us. It is hard to accept that he will not live a full life with us. Maybe he is the lucky one. He will escape all the pain of this world. I pray something good and beautiful will come from his life. What are the rest of us doing with the gift of life given to each of us, for whatever time we have? Something to ponder...
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